Thursday, August 28, 2014

the blessing of more

{via pinterest}
"can you show me the sign?"

my own words hit me in the face as I asked my toddler daughter to recreate the ASL word for "more," tapping her tiny fingertips against one another. she was asking for another cracker, another drink of water. we've been teaching her these simple little signs since she was barely old enough to hold up her head on her own. and now here, as we approach the second year of her life in a matter of weeks, she still knows every gesture.

please. thank you. milk. more. 

that last one still takes my breath away.
let me tell you why.

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I remember seeing her, sitting casually on a too-tall barstool, her tattoos clearly visible, her blonde hair fresh with pink and purple streaks. she looked like a vision of everything I wanted to be. there was about fifteen of us gathered around her, listening to her speak over us.

her words caught me off-guard.

I want you all to see me as more than just the founder, more than your coach, more than a published author. I want you to see me as more than just that. see me as me, okay? 

the concept was so foreign. it didn't feel right. surely she misspoke. because how could any of us do that? she was all these amazing things, this powerhouse badass of a woman who had come up gasping from grief + destruction + hardship. she was a phoenix. how could I see her as "just her"? that was a disservice to her greatness.

wasn't it?

and this thing of her -- just her -- being more. I didn't understand it.

except then I sat down on the couch with her and looked into her eyes.

// how are you? 
// how are you? 
// how are you?

and then it started to click.

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"can you show me the sign?"

that simple little phrase knocked me back. as I watched my daughter's baby fingers form that word in the chaos of my lunchtime kitchen, I found myself breathing a blessing over her.

you are more, Daughter of Eve. 
you are allowed to ask for more
and that more is you. 
you are Lion-breathed, filled with wild Holy breath from the lungs of the Most High
what more does anyone need but 
just simply you? 
dwell in your muchness, your more-ness. 
oh my daughter, accept the blessing of more. 

15 comments:

  1. Your words slay me every time. This is beautiful.

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    1. ohh my beloved Sarah, your witness brings me down to the floor.

      <3

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  2. Thank you for seeing me, love. These words are exquisite.

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    1. oh how I love you, precious friend. you are so seen and so held and so so beloved.

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  3. Oh, how the tears are welling. You are beauty and your blessing is beauty, too. Thank you!

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    1. Jamie, my beloved one, you bring me to life (I told you this already, but I'm going to tell you again).

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    1. thank you, Osheta. <3 your witness is beautiful to me.

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  5. Another gift of words. You are simply amazing!

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    1. thank you, Grandma Jan! I love that you partake of my words like this. It is such a blessing to me.

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  6. i feel for the lady you are talking about...wanting to be seen not as all the labels and accolades we give, but to be seen for who you are...because at the end of the day that is who you lay down with...

    hey, its good to see you...smiles.

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    1. Brian! I've missed you around these parts!

      and yes...'at the end of the day that is who you lay down with..." that is such a profound nugget right there.

      thank you, brother.

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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon