Is it true, that when you look at a beautiful woman, who dances with joy, exudes passion for what she does and has a heart wide open ready to give of herself to those around her in boundless affection, genuine thoughts --sharing stories from hard roads walked that have left her feeling raw and broken yet found freedom and wants the same for you... a woman who has intentions, not an agenda... a woman who takes responsibility for her life and is proactive in making her dancing dreams come to life... a woman who knows herself, faults and all, accepts it all and does what she is called to do anyhow... is it true that when you look at her, you either love her and feel immense inspiration or you loath her and feel overwhelmingly intimidated?
Are you brave enough to ask yourself that question, and see what answer stares back at you?
When someone comes along and confronts the things in you that you keep buried for fear of pain, failure, insignificance, worthlessness... when someone comes along and challenges you on a level you find incredibly uncomfortable... do you shrink back and shroud yourself in denial, turning the opportunity to dig deep and resolve into a sharp dagger that you point back at the offender to blame them for your own discomfort? Or do you let the truth settle, before you make a move, and take a moment long-or-short to find your feet in the midst of the challenge, and you search your soul for the thing that needs to be dealt with so you can be genuine in your response and relate back in a way that doesn't come from shame or unhealed wounds?
What if you feel discomfort thanks to another person's lifestyle choice or way of life... and you take a genuine look at yourself to figure out why, and decide that you're perfectly happy with what you find, and perfectly happy to disagree respectfully? No charade of judgement or shame?
Wouldn't it be rewarding and freeing to experience such respect even in disagreement?
Wouldn't it be wonderful to not feel resented because you've made a different lifestyle choice to the person standing next to you?
Wouldn't it feel spectacular to not resent, judge, bicker or gossip about the people who think differently to you?
Wouldn't it be revolutionary to accept our differences and face our discomfort, purely to find truth and love, not jealousy or intimidation? Wouldn't it be nice?
God is love, and love is patient, kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.
Wouldn't it be nice to function out of such love?
When were we ever promised perfection? Or idealism? Or an easy time? So why do we complain? Why do we judge and fall into a pattern of resentment that turns into bitterness and anger? Why do we toy with intimidation? Why do we resist the truth?
Why don't we seek out the heart of it all? What really matters? Why don't we learn how to love each other in our differences rather than blame life for not being perfect?
Wouldn't it be nice to love unconditionally even in the midst of pain, disappointment and fear?
Wouldn't it be nice?