Power & worth are big words. Enormously impacting, they live. Breathing hope. Nurturing try. This duo of potential is forthright & robust in reservoirs procured by our very heartbeats. It's a zesty notion, you know? One a bit zany for the practical kind. One even a more outlandish for the pessimistic variety too. This idea that a tenacious force of equal parts dreams and reality can move us. Catapulting life forward; a holy upward just the same. And yet, these big words lie hidden and undefined if the only direction we look is behind.
The image to boast this post serves me so silly and so well. It was a quick pic taken and sent to some of my best gals about a month ago. I sent it with the caption, "I'm bringin' booty back." These are lines from one of the more popular songs of 2014 by Meghan Trainor: "All About That Bass."
The standing joke with me and these gals is my lack of exterior. For all 3 of these friends o'mine rock curves like crazy. Their bottoms are beautifully there with smaller waists and prominent waistlines. I'm the one in the group with absolutely nothing to report from the behind of me. Flat.Fuuuuuhhhh-latter than a flitter. I always tease with a devout ridiculousness about how vivacious my backside is. About how I am just.like.them. And we laugh and they humor me. And love me for my mindless booty chatter.
It wasn't until sitting down to write about power & worth that the above poke-of-fun image captured the very crux of what I was trying to convey a little more to myself and in so many words, to you, too.
Power & worth live. They are nonrefundable deposits from God. Both placed in the best keeping space of us. Intertwined into the very fibers of our soul, we carry them with us unconditionally. Through heartache & grief. Through bitter and over jealous. Between sacred & beyond physical belief. Their presence overwhelms us with His glory.
It is with infinite sadness that we lesson them. Their immaculate beauty is diluted when we choose to focus on the behind. On the booty we no longer can shape. Behind living creates a calloused complacency where wounds can't heal. The behind life belittles the beyond-your-wildest-dreams future.
And growing is always before you. Ahead & vivacious. Wrapped abundantly in hope and the possibility of your best breathes. Now begins each time we move with those two wonderful words. Power & worth. The BIG guns. A bright new start. Meghan Trainor ain't got nothing on us, sisters.
Here's to 2015.