I want my life to be in rainbow tint, ripped at the edges, and discolored. I want it to be a total mess of the type of love that punches you in the gut in the best way. I want it to be completely imperfect and terrifying and loud. I don’t want it to be shy, or embarrassed. I never want it to be ashamed or unwelcome. I want the people who enter it to know they can stay forever if they want to, but they don’t have to. I want my life to be a big couch people can crash on when they’re too tired to drive, when they just got their heart broken, when they just want breakfast in the morning. I want my life to have a giant welcome mat right at the front, I want it to have a thousand visitors and a millions passport stamps on peoples hearts. I want it to be strong and never give in to complacency. Never decide its all too hard. I want my life to fight hard for the good things. For the right things. For the things that over time people stop fighting for. I want my life to be a sky full of stars and a million tears and a food stained tee shirt. I want it to have bible verses tattooed all over it and for the Father’s light to be seeping from its cracks. For the people who don’t believe in good things to come and find Jesus. Find hot tea and a tight hug. To find a clean slate and a vacancy sign always illuminated. I don’t want fear to win. I don’t want a mold people have to fit or a standard they can’t live up to. I want it to be smelly and funny and real! With rainbow sprinkles and love that never runs out.
It’s all gonna be hard. It’s all scary. People want to know good things are real. People want to see Jesus painted all over somebody’s world. People want to be who they are, or at least have the freedom to try and find it.
I want my life to be whatever people need when they enter it.
1 Corinthians 9:22-23
“To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some. I do it all for the sake of the gospel, that I may share with them in its blessings.”
