To all who’ve been dismissed or tossed aside ~
To all who, bittered by the cracks in your story, now tremble or seethe at the mention of ‘love’ ~
To every weary-boned parent saddled with regret or loss or despair ~
To every child, grown yet still yearning for tenderness and acceptance ~
To every one of us who compulsively judge our reflection in the mirror or replay conversations over and over or carry every criticism to a dark, dark place ~
To each of us who are ashamed of our fears and our machinations and who hide the fact that in our own sophisticated ways we still have to leave the light on at night ~
I pray that you will know, these beautiful days, the profound worth of your soul, the sturdy weight of your being. There is an astounding splendor in you – and I know this because the God of all beauty and power has called you into existence. And God delights in the sheer presence that is you. In these days, I pray you sing this song loud – and I pray you’ll sing it to another.