[words are my breath. And tattoo-ed on me as reminders]
It’s something that most don’t know about me- hand me a poem or a piece of good literature and let me analyze it. Let me tell you what the lines AREN’T saying.
One day during debrief last week I was scrolling through my instagram and I happened upon a poem that a friend of mine had posted.
It read:
I would rather clutch my invitation
And wait my turn in Party clothes
Prim and proper
Safe and clean
But a pulsing hand keeps driving me
Over peaks
Ravines
And Spidered brambles
So I will pant up to the Pearled Knocker
Tattered
Breathless
And full of tales.
-Author Unknown
The minute I read these words my heart started racing a little because they were so beautiful. They were full of power and a great story.
They were meant for World Racers.
It’s a choice daily to get your hands dirty. It’s a choice to allow yourself to keep moving forward.
It’s a choice to show up.
After sharing this with my team we had squad worship and my heart started racing again because I felt God asking me to share it with NSquad.
And with you.
So here it is:
We have a choice daily. A choice to show up. A choice to decide whether we are going to sit around in our party clothes and await the day that our invitation to head up to heaven is called.
It’s our choice to get dirty.
Do you want to show up to the gates of heaven clean? Do you want to show up with not a smudge of dirt on your clothes; with no tatters?
Or do you want to allow God to push you onward and show you where you should go each day?
These places aren't always glamorous and aren’t always clean. Your clothes will get tattered and torn, you will get scraped up. You might get bruised and beaten down. He might ask you to step into places that scare you, that make you uncomfortable. Places that are hot, cold, places that are ugly and beautiful.
And once again: you can ignore it. Even on the race: you can choose to not show up. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually.
You can allow the race, you can allow life not to change you by just doing nothing. By not allowing your clothes to get dirty.
You can you sit and watch the days go by.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want to show up to the gates of heaven with clean clothes. I don’t want to have gone through life clutching my invitation.
I want the chance to share that with others. I want the chance to get dirty. Tattered.
I want to have a list of tales and stories a mile long.
I want others to have a list of tales and stories a mile long.
This month my goal is to show up in ways I haven’t yet on the race.
My goal is to get dirty.
(making the choice at about age 3 to get dirty)
Will you join me?
