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Truth Thursday: What’s in Your Hand?

“Scars are not injuries… A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.”
(China Miéville)

I have scars on my hand, one covers all the fingers on my right hand from a fire I started on purpose but did not mean to burn. I have stitches on my wrist that I don’t remember getting from my childhood. And I have scar tissue in my wrist, probably, where it broke in second grade. The cuts don’t show as much, I’m glad.

Then there are the scars I carry with me– like badges of honor of all those incidents in life that have made me strong. Not all of them are from sad or painful experiences. Most scars come from falling off great heights and the falls are always as exhilarating as the climbs, or from going too fast and taking a tumble, or from trying something new, or reaching out and sometimes being bitten.

These scars come with stories and words that I pluck out of air to tell them.

Scars are gifts, along with other gifts I have in my hands. The more I share, the more I have to give away.

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Truth Thursday: In Time I Will Be

In time I will be. Perfect. Complete.

It is my Creator’s promise, after all. He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it in the end. For now though, I feel it. I feel unfinished. Like I’m always in the brink of something big and I’m not there yet.

But it’s exhilarating to keep on moving forward, constantly asking “What’s next? What’s next?” This promise of wholeness and completion gives me the joy and hope and strength to keep on moving. When I fall, I know I can get up. When I feel like a zombie for days, I know that it will come to an end. When I look at myself, I tend to cry in frustration, “What good is in this work in me, really?!” But all I have to do is look up and keep on moving forward again.

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I know that in time I– a writer who can stitch together stories of other people and who churns out blog posts– will be better at this and maybe even write a book that would be a worthwhile read.
(In time I will be able to master my tenses.)

In time I will be swimming with real live sharks. And I will be a certified scuba diver.

In time I will be eating bacon again. (But maybe for just one more time.)

In time I will be able to go to the places I never thought I’d go. And I will write postcards, take pictures of me jumping, eat the food, dance in the streets and smile at strangers who can’t understand what I’m saying.

In time I will be able to conquer this fear that keeps me from saying what I need to say to you.

In time I will be holding his hand.

In time I will be his wife.
In time I will be holding our children in my arms.
And we will raise them to know the God who completes us in time.

In time (just as in other times) I will be able to look back to all my years and see the path, that seemed to so long and winding at that time, is actually pretty straightforward. And I will sing His praises.

In time, I will be complete. But until then there is that hope of completion that won’t let me down. And I pray that when I’m finally finished, my Creator will look at me and say, “Well done, my child. Well done.”

 

For Truth Thursdays 04: In Time I will Be

 

 

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Neither Here nor There

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“Tell me stories, Steffi!!!” my friend yelled above the music. She, being a single mom doing freelance work mostly from home so she can take care of her two year-old son, insists on living vicariously through me, her “single and available” friend who’s always out and about.

I just stared at her, wracking my brain for A Story, something that would merit her trip through the traffic just to meet me tonight for dinner and drinks to Catch Up. “I’m out of stories!” I said, just a hint of despair creeping in my voice. What is there to tell? Work is good, ministry work is good, food is good… and I have no boy stories to speak of. “Technically, there is nothing wrong with my life.”

She squinted at me through the dim lighting. “And what does that mean?” she demanded.

I shrugged. Apart from the lack of love life, I have nothing to complain about (even if the big lack of love life should be a big enough complaint, but sometimes I have too much pride to complain) . Or do I? Life’s been sort of a blur between deadlines and destinations these days. Work. Church. Friends. Family. Be here at this time, stay until this time. After work is for friends. Weekends are for family. Sunday mornings, church.

I have been coasting along without even enjoying the view.

“The thing is,” I tried again. “It’s like I’m neither here nor there these days.”

“I’ve seen you like this before.”

“Really?”

“It’s always right before a change and certainty.” I blinked at her, she continued, “Remember right before you got that offer for a new job? You were already transitioning even if you didn’t know to where you’re transitioning.”

“Really?”

“Yep, you were letting go, even I saw you. And when you finally got certainty, it was like someone switched on a light inside you.”

“Oh yeah…”

“I’m really excited for you.”

“I can’t wait to be excited too! I just hope that it’s not another new job. I’d like to stay longer in this one.”

 

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Truth Thursday: I am Here

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When Sky first learned how to play Hide-and-Seek, she didn’t really get it at first. She would make us count with our eyes covered while she looked for a hiding place, hysterically giggling all the way. At the count of ten, we would shout, “Ready or not, here I come!”

And after a few beats, she would yell back in her tiny voice, “I’m here!”

Lately, even if I am almost 30 years older than Sky, I find myself playing Hide-and-Seek too, but operating on weirder mechanics:

“You hide
And I hide
Whoever comes out last
Wins”

And I always lose.

 
This is a response to the first Truth Thursdays prompt “I am Here.”

Truth Thursdays exists to connect people through writing. To initiate something honest, thoughtful and meaningful. This is open to anybody and everybody. 

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