I Am Every Woman
Clothed in uncertainty, I rush into the church sanctuary hoping to hide, yet be seen; hoping to stand out, yet blend in. I walked barefoot on shards of glass to arrive at this place where eternal futures shine brighter than painful pasts. Sitting alone among the faithful, I count blessings and wait for the unknown. I am each woman you have ever and never met.
Filled with love, longing for community, and yearning for place, I am a blend of tragic mistakes and triumphant moments. I know joy and desperation. I bear visible scars and open wounds. My shredded heart still beats and moves me forward along destined journeys.
Walking through streams of life, I want to feel water splash on my face and touch the lives of others leaving imprints on their souls. I want to link arms and live the life intended.
I am a unique blend of doubts, fears, sorrows, and joy. I am nothing. I am everything. I am created by my God with a purpose for a plan.
I am You.
Look in the mirror and see the paths of tears channel down soft cheeks. Trace the curve of a wistful smile etched on wrinkled skin. Hear a gentle voice whisper shy greetings and shout in exhuberance.
I am You. Be kind. Come over and sit awhile.