Straight, smooth,
healthy hair
The perfect fitting
jeans
Smooth, moisturized,
full-of-life skin
Jewelry
That purse
Polished, healthy,
full fingernails
The Wow-I look-Good,
power outfit
New-Car-Smell,
leather, sporty, shiny ride
…
Pretty Things
Who. Are. We?
Some of us
Born into warm,
loving, nurturing, wealthy families
Some of us
Born into broken,
scattered, scraping by, living day-to-day families
All born…
We can’t help where
we’re born, or what kind of family we’re born into.
But can’t we all
believe in, cling to the same hope?
Weather we’re dressed
in $100 jeans and wear fancy jewelry, or are covered in dust and lucky to have
a shirt to protect us from the sun … What does that all mean? Does a nice ring mean we’re better than someone? Does that degree hanging on the wall mean
we’re better than someone? That we deserve
more than someone?
If we define
ourselves by a Tiffany necklace, a Porsche sports car, or a Banana Republic
wardrobe … think how easily our identity can be lost.
Pretty Things … fun to enjoy, fun to cherish.
But oh so
temporary. Oh so easy to loose.
But not something to
define ourselves by.
Our lives… kind of
like plates at Thanksgiving. Some are
perfect, separated, food not touching.
Some more messed up, scattered around, all mixed up.
But in the end, we
can all end up in the same place.
If we all believe in
eternal life, we are all offered the same, eternal life, together, in the same
place, under the same love. Just like
those calc problems… always more than one way to get to the final solution J
~~~
I feel I can hardly even begin to relate to suffering. This child and his mother in Ethiopia live in a totally different world than I know.
Tsegaye and his mom speak a language I don’t know. I speak a language they don’t know.
Very different roads …. But all the same hope and the same
destination <3
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