Maybe at it’s roots poverty isn’t a money issue
Maybe homelessness isn’t a housing issue
Maybe crime isn’t an anger issue
Maybe at it’s roots poverty isn’t a money issue
Maybe homelessness isn’t a housing issue
Maybe crime isn’t an anger issue
In a world where busy equals important
And important equals status
‘Still’ is an unpopular choice
It always surprises me when threads from the past
Reach into the present and guide me
When a small insignificant yes turns into a major life decision
When you heart is in two places at once
When you feel it tearing and twisting
We don’t need much to be generous
Turns out generosity isn’t defined by a number
But of sacrifice
I traveled to experience
I traveled to see beauty, to find beauty
I traveled to choose brave
And only a God that pushes continents together so that you and I would meet
Could create a place that includes such beautiful variations of people made in his image
If you give help
Then receive help willingly
If you sacrifice
Then accept the gifts of others
Maybe opposites are only things outside our experience
Maybe they only exist at first glance
At snap judgment
At the superficial
It’s hard to prove the lack of something
It’s hard to see what’s not there
Maybe you’re like me
Maybe you’re lost in a sea of options
Maybe you’ve heard lots of differing advice
They are the most amazing combination of a little bit you and a little bit them
I remembered the last time I tried something new
When I went somewhere for the first time
And I joined him in the fear
I started there first
Maybe you are the most beautiful when you stand out
Maybe it takes a little alone-ness
Loneliness
To find pride in exactly who you are
There’s so much information blaring into my eyes
I can forget I don’t know everything
Because I see so much
I’m not dwindling myself down to labels
I can’t be described in 3 words