“lord, give me eyes to see your kingdom & a heart to feel your movement.” 09.30.07 – – bumps, bruises, stains & stickiness > reflection < quick personal inventory at this exact moment: – my feet, flip flops, watch & el salvador bracelet are speckled with paint (we painted a week ago *note: the word “sticky” has taken on new meaning. it is the point at which being sweaty or stinky no longer matter – you’ve already been both multiple times since your last shower – because, at this point, things that needn’t be adhered to your body suddenly just stick to you. this is the point at which a shower is imminent. bumps, bruises, stains and stickiness are things a person would usually try to avoid… instead, i dig ‘em. what can i say – i’m sentimental in an odd sort of way. i have a story for how i got each bump and bruise…a memory for every stain…and i earned the stickiness. my heart continues to break. my strength continues to be tested. my faith continues to be challenged. no one said growth is clean, easy or pain free.
– in addition to the paint, my flip flops & bracelet also reflect a distinct “georgia red clay” color from training
– i have a bruise on my arm from when i was sitting on a laundry basket a few days ago and…well…we’ll just say i hit the floor & the basket left a mark so i’d remember who’s boss
– my fingernails are dirty from weeding and planting
– my hands are covered in marker
– if i could see my head, i’d probably have two decent bumps from where i ran into a door jam (while painting) and smacked my head on a hanging planter (while gardening)
– my finger’s still a little tender from last night when i was stretching during our cookie-making-extravaganza and totally stuck my finger in the ceiling fan
– i have two new scars on my right foot from a team building exercise we did at training
– and last but not least, i’m sticky* from running around earlier with eileen, fil and fern
