Legacy

He stared forward. Unbroken focus and serious eyes meant I had better listen.

UNFORGETABLE would be his next words.

The conversation felt more vital to my existence than air.

Become a legend and leave a legacy.

That’s all that consumed my thoughts at one point in my life.

Now restore swirled around, above, below, and within my heart.

What need I restore anyway? I didn’t know. I only knew something need to be brought back to a better state.

His question broke the air,

“Are you prepared to die for it?”

The question hung in the air like a bird soaring toward a tumultuous wave of water.

The bird broke through the water, grabbed its prey and soared forward–a majestic and graceful victory.

“Yes.”

I said slowly with a pounding heart.

His response caught me off guard,

“Okay. Good. I’m just making sure you know where you’re going.”

I know where I’m going.”

Embrace the discomfort, I thought.

Embrace it and let goD. 

“I look at these young men and women and I confess the tears trickle down my cheeks and I bow in humble praise to God that He kept me from walking away from a calling that at times was painful and frustrating.”

– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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She knew the package came from her and she knew what was inside.

She sat with furniture and suitcases tightly packed around her. The only space being her own little corner where she could easily shift in to gear and steer the wheel to her new home.

Admittedly, she wanted to tear open the package. Pour out its contents on to her lap. Read the letter she knew was waiting for her inside. Discover the unpredictable treasures of what she knew would be articles of clothing or trinkets found at some time of day, in some random place…All manifestations of thoughts and love that her friend still had for her. Gifts speak truth to the love harbored by the brokenhearted for the brokenhearted. The friend loved her unconditionally and she had chosen to let her go.

The way the manila envelope felt in her hands sent her heart in to her throat and the heaviness of nausea and stillness consumed her for a brief moment. Her blood felt cold and her heart seemed to be the only part of her still moving forward through time. She listened to it thud loudly against her chest and in an instant the package laid unopened on the floor. Without thought, her limbs did what they needed to bring the car to life.

She was behind the wheel driving the car, but something else was breathing strength into her limp body. She had become increasingly familiar with this fresh breathe of air over the past few weeks, each new breathe had grown larger than the one before. Once again, it came to her rescue. Right there in that moment. That untitled breathe of strength when she needed it most.

I steer my wheel now.

And with that thought she pushed down on the gas. Peace warmed her blood, the nausea dissipated, and the car moved forward with a smile…

First Friday

First Friday of my life.

First Friday to end this lie.

First Friday to let God

take the prize.

First Friday without my strength.

First Friday

To know where I came.

First Friday of my life.

First Friday unafraid.

First Friday to surrender

my disgrace.

First Friday without what I will.

First Friday

To walk while He tells.

First Friday of my life.

First Friday, no more pain.

First Friday to kiss His face.

First Friday without broken faith.

First Friday

I’ll take what He gave.

– Kelsey Jo