What if I told you this:
You are not weak
for walking
by faith
into cushioned couched offices
and narrating an hour of your burdens
in hunger for hope
and professional help.
You are not a failure
to God
for having a brain
that works over time
in a factory of worries,
sometimes paid in the disappointing wages
of a Great Depression.
You cannot be less than
because your mind struggles
to make sense
out of yourself in a world full of inequalities
And you should not be ashamed
if your journey
to trust God
is abundant
with creativity,
an imperfect story
of prayer and worship,
fitness and food,
seeking wise counsel,
and even taking medicine
for your brain,
like one would take insulin for diabetes.
You are more than a stigma to be left out of the history of champions.
You are living in spite of heavy weights.
You are a bright statistic.
You are equivalent to a future and a hope,
and your saved life will inspire many more
as it persists.
Know that you are embodying
mighty courage
in the small, scary steps.
You are bringing glory to God.
Would you believe me
if I said all this to you?
Would you believe me
if you knew
that my evidence was
me?
Roots & Hope 