Doesn't-give-up Kind of Girl
"I will get stronger
I will burst through all of you"
I love this spirit. This undisguised fighter spirit.
Meeting it again after all this time makes me realise perhaps it wasn't so much him I loved, but the spirit within him. He was a fighter, and he loved me as a doesn't-give-up kind of girl. He held up a mirror to my eyes and showed me I was beautiful.
There are probably parts of him that have changed by now, perhaps even to a degree I may find unrecognisable, but I believe that we each have determination at our core. I speak of the essence, that which does not change within a person. I remember speaking to him about this as we walked across the ground floor atrium of Bangsar Village, right after he told me he would wear a pink shirt saying, 'I AM GAY' just to prove it was possible to look the part without actually being it. Irreverent, as always.
So, determination at the core is why I will not stop praying for my father's salvation. He is worth it, and he needs a Father too. He belongs to You; draw him close! Remove his spiritual blindness and reveal to his eyes his need for You. Let him know it's okay, it's okay to rest, You will provide.
I will pray too for my brother to break way from the bondage of cigarettes - perhaps one day he will, like the Vietnamese speaker last night, bless his native accent, wake up and find the scent of tobacco repulsive enough to trigger a gag reflex and to disgorge all that toxic desire for better things to flow through.
Mummy is in a good place now, but still I pray for her to realise it, to see with clarity how blessed she is and has been, how gracious and faithful the Lord has been in her life; how much she has and not how much she doesn't have.
For aren't all humans voracious vortexes of wants? Unbridled, our base nature consumes more than it reasonably needs. I see this in the children I serve; the ones most estranged from their families having the most demanding or distracting dispositions.
In the end it comes back to family. Which is why my life dream is to build a happy, wholesome family.
I will do what it takes, because I'm a doesn't-give-up kind of girl.
I will burst through all of you"
I love this spirit. This undisguised fighter spirit.
Meeting it again after all this time makes me realise perhaps it wasn't so much him I loved, but the spirit within him. He was a fighter, and he loved me as a doesn't-give-up kind of girl. He held up a mirror to my eyes and showed me I was beautiful.
There are probably parts of him that have changed by now, perhaps even to a degree I may find unrecognisable, but I believe that we each have determination at our core. I speak of the essence, that which does not change within a person. I remember speaking to him about this as we walked across the ground floor atrium of Bangsar Village, right after he told me he would wear a pink shirt saying, 'I AM GAY' just to prove it was possible to look the part without actually being it. Irreverent, as always.
So, determination at the core is why I will not stop praying for my father's salvation. He is worth it, and he needs a Father too. He belongs to You; draw him close! Remove his spiritual blindness and reveal to his eyes his need for You. Let him know it's okay, it's okay to rest, You will provide.
I will pray too for my brother to break way from the bondage of cigarettes - perhaps one day he will, like the Vietnamese speaker last night, bless his native accent, wake up and find the scent of tobacco repulsive enough to trigger a gag reflex and to disgorge all that toxic desire for better things to flow through.
Mummy is in a good place now, but still I pray for her to realise it, to see with clarity how blessed she is and has been, how gracious and faithful the Lord has been in her life; how much she has and not how much she doesn't have.
For aren't all humans voracious vortexes of wants? Unbridled, our base nature consumes more than it reasonably needs. I see this in the children I serve; the ones most estranged from their families having the most demanding or distracting dispositions.
In the end it comes back to family. Which is why my life dream is to build a happy, wholesome family.
I will do what it takes, because I'm a doesn't-give-up kind of girl.
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