My friend wrote this lovely poem that kind of sums up where I am right now. I want courage. I want a new heart and a new mind. I want to climb the mountains that are in my way. I want to not fear the things I do not know. I want to embrace living one day at a time for His kingdom and His glory. I don’t want to forget who I am anymore. I want to constantly remember that I am His Beloved in whom he is well pleased.  That being said I hope you enjoy this lovely poem from my lovely and talented friend.
 
 
Wizard By Jamie Finch
“Come on, Tin Man. Together we’ll walk to see the wizard- we’ll get you a new heart and me a new mind.”


“Well, I could use some courage too. I’m not sure mine has gone after all this time…”


I want the courage to be able to stare my demons in the face and tell
them that fear is no longer a part of my vocabulary. That I apologize,
but ‘regret’ is not a term I am familiar with. That when I say I will climb mountains, I meant that I am always
training, always looking into the distance for the next one laying in
the path I am already walking. That when I say I dance with abandon, it means that I may not be a
pretty sight to see while in motion- arms flailing, legs spinning, head
knocking back and forth, back and forth, as I fight for the innocent in
every unstructured movement.
 
That when I say that I am a Child of Something More, it means that I am
wildfire- body and soul- and that within my feeble frame, I contain all
that is necessary to melt the mountains of ice about me every place I
go.
 

That when I say I am Beloved, it means that I am a lover who has
experienced such wild and uninhibited love that I know no other way to
function than to pour every single ounce of myself out until there is
nothing more to offer and my body is burned as a martyr’s for the cause
of justice and the sake of sacrifice.
 


And that when I say that I am in desperate need of grace and
redemption, that it is a constant- one of the only true constants I
know- and with all the sincerity I can muster I can say that I am the
least of the deserving, but long to be the most of the grateful.


The things that define me to my core are the things that I so easily
forget, and so desperately must remember if I am to live and breathe
and move in the way that I am purposed and intended.


I am beautiful, complex, lovely, and deep.
Dark and light.
Built and broken.
Strong and weak.
And still, in the midst of the extremes is where I find my place, that
place I found so long ago and left for those few moments where I forgot
myself.

Come back, Tin Man.
Find your heart at rest.
Come back, Scarecrow.
Find your mind renewed.
Come back, Lion- you champion of cowards.
Find your courage larger than when you had left it behind.
And “together we will walk” into all that we do not know…