Mostly the young folk get addicted. Mostly the young folk pay attention to social networking sites.
As I watched my habit and affirmations of likes I recognised that this need for favour sat heavily on me.
In the quiet corner of the library you’ll find me there. In the ones and twos you’ll see me there. In the solitary and pen I’ll hunt out the notepad and park.
Find me a camera and sunrise, the opening cord to the day or a closing symphony as lights dim and a golden glow floods the world with spectacular aura.
Slow up the world let it dream of beauty not shame, joy not sorrow, transformation not death. Bring some uniqueness and contemplation. Hush the judges and betrayers. Bring the artist to the table. Let her share her art without condemnation. Let her sculpt her craft and be who she is meant to be.
Let her song of love be the birdsong to someone’s heart. Let the fragrance of her garland surround another, bringing colour and essence of joy, being peace to the mind so desperately needed.
When she seats herself on a chair to declare a truth and make a difference in the world, let her radiate the Christ. To the child of God who cannot see, to the man for whom life is too much. To the dying and the confused. Don’t give up on the one who needs you most
Rise up into a new day. Rise and rest into a closing day. Rise to be loved. Rise because you are lifted and guided to a light that is beyond space and time.
Be light. Be His light. Shattering shame with truth and liberty.
Be yourself and let that be transparent in all its complexities and uniqueness.
Don’t be afraid. Be you. Be the change that’s needed where you are in your street, in your coffee shop, in your world.
Be intentional. Be intentionally you.
Be present. Be the listener. Be the best carrier in your world, offering Hope clothed in humility that extends the arm of care. Right there inside your people.
Live intentionally don’t be crushed, be beautifully you in the life you’re living.