I’m using. The Bible. In a way I’ve never had to before. To scour out and find my identity. To see me– without makeup, power & likes– the way He saw me yesterday… today… tomorrow. Because suddenly–to find self worth in blog stats and comments is no longer an option. Whatever I am carving out for worth is raw… coming from one mouth. And I find it whispers to me constantly, when my ears are finally perked to listen: You are my daughter. My gem. My rose. Find worth in that, Little One. Find Worth.
And I’m learning all the curves & craters & sacred spots of this life that God was paved for me. The sky as she preps like a night maid for the thunder, fluffing pillows of hushed greys with sheets of violent yellow. A heat storm & a new notebook. Bare feet. Wine & Oreos. Christmas lights glowing in the center of September.
All the parts of life & living–my first thought no longer to smash them all into a status update for others to virtually digest. My first thought is to savor. Save the moment for me. Given. To me. By one who loves me & is too jealous to share my attention.
- Hannah Katy, “First, Be a Follower”