Here’s a little something I wrote the other day when I was feeling discouraged:
Inside a box there are four corners.
In those four corners stand little squares of space.
In those spaces are places for each of us to run to, to hide in when life is too much.
I don’t want those spaces or corners or the box anymore.
I want a world.
A world with lawns and grass and evergreen trees that maintain their loveliness even in the harshest of winters.
A world with the softest falling snow, the most serene mountains and wind blowing in my face, creeping into my jacket and hat as I enjoy an exhilarating snowboard ride down them.
I want a world with refreshing wet rain, sun that’s bright and hot enough to toast my skin, sand that clumps and crunches under my feet.
I want a world with crackling fire that invites friends and s’mores and laughter.
I want a world with coffee and deep conversations that leave me a better person that I was before.
I want a world with Church and spirit, a world with emotion. A world with challenge.
I want a world with more. I want a world with LIFE.