living through weaknesses to find your strengths

More on my person. I think that’s my biggest weakness and strength. Can one’s Achilles heel even be considered credit worthy? I’m not real sure, but I’m counting it. You see, I gravitate towards busy. Towards movement and flavors. Prints & variegations woo me. I want them. All. Yes, all. Yes, now. Yes, please. It is in this clustered accumulation that I thrive. Both fashionably & personally, I feel full. Reflectively speaking, I’m most satisfied even. Like the corduroy jacket-ah-la $6.99 and the striped pleated skirt scored for just 4 quarters , these ripples & ridges sooth my inner clamoring.

And I can feel the delightful notions tingling deep down in my very tippy toes when I am one with my person. I can sense a ignited peace acquired that only I can understand. To some, it’s absurd. It’s outspoken and over the top.

And the funny thing is, I get that too. I see my more for its mere ridiculous and its exuberant ways. My insides wear the weary of this hustle. Seams feel tight. On the inside, buttons feel hard to clasp at times, too.

It’s there in the mishmash of myself I see my handouts just as much as my handovers. I can sit there amidst the boisterous of dots and stripes and wedges and red and know my calling, yet simultaneously feel my crippled ripples & ridges of myself just the same.

And that’s where my holy comes. That’s where I find human nature; that’s when I meet grace. I concentrate on my handouts. Those bundled up sources of lots. And in the very same breathe, I shove with all my might these mustered movements UP. In my clearest commotions, I know that handing over what I know I can handout will produce His best. Not just with style, but in style for the way I am made to move for Him. That’s when I know that cloudy comes with clarity. That I can be both. That maybe, just maybe, if I’m not both, then He doesn’t come through clearest in me.

Lots to consider, huh? And you were all like “Dude, she’s wearing red tights today.”

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