For the strong arms 


It’s sounds to me like you’re being pretty hard on yourself.

That’s what a she told me over eggs.

The sun was coming in the window too strong and we were squinting to see eachother. I was hoping it might keep her from seeing how resistant my face looked-as I had just told her how resistant I had been in the past 24 hours.

She looked me in the eyes, and for the second time that day I was told ‘you’re okay’.

That phrase it’s been ringing through so many circles and conversations around me lately…but honestly, I kept discarding those words as a phrase for the weak. I know that sounds extreme, but sometimes Pride can tell you things that sound perfectly normal-and you believe him.

But after growing tired of gut checking the high jump bars I set for myself each morning I thought I might sit with those words for a minute. And it hasn’t been so bad. So maybe this is me saying ‘you’re okay’ to all the ones out there that don’t want to be just okay. To the ones who don’t want to need to hear that. To the ones who don’t want to give yourself an ‘excuse’.

Go ahead. Breathe it in. No one’s watching.

Because you actually are okay. And you actually don’t have to hold everything together.

It’s okay to ask for help.

It’s okay to sit in a room with every person you love and realize they still don’t fill all the corners of your heart.

It’s okay to hit the snooze button every now and then-

And it’s okay to not feel guilty for that.

It’s okay to reward your work with ice cream breaks, and sometimes it’s okay to breakout of work altogether.

It’s okay to text the people you know will come through with ‘Hey, I need a pep talk’ just to get you to church that Sunday.

“You’re okay” isn’t a parking permit for sitting in a loss, it’s a free gas card that keeps you going after an empty tank and long ride home. It’s the freedom to be more than okay-to be amazing, and to send rideable waves towards the people around you who forget that about themselves.

I love where I work because every day that I come in, without a word my boss breathes “you’re okay” onto me, onto our work, and into the room. I don’t work at a church or in a ministry, but at a school. Someone left a note on her desk, and while I’m definitely too nosy I’m a sucker for letters left and there I found the header of this post.

‘Your okay’ is really just two words for one: Grace. And Grace given and received is grace given and received.

God’s life if living itself in me. I am aware of life living in me.

God’s love is living itself in me. I am aware of love living itself in me.

Living in God’s presence demands confidence, past soft or sentimental spirituality, that must be chosen many times and surrender.

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