Life, Poetry

Everything Worth It Has Come By faith

faith and art

Everything worth it has come by faith.

If you feel like giving up, it is no indication that you should.

It is probably an indication that, behind that wall of discouragement and doubt, is an ever-springing life-giving well.

You were meant to bring a blessing to thousands.

With your words, your actions, your faith, your creations.

Do you see hungry, hopeless people? Or maybe just tired and discouraged? Or how about uninspired and empty?

Then your mission on earth isn’t finished yet.

Maybe you think it’s too soon. You’re not mature enough yet. You’re not practiced enough yet. You’re not confident enough yet. You don’t have enough time.

Maybe you think it’s too late. You are past your prime. You are too old. You waited too long. You missed the window of opportunity. You lost your chance.

Perhaps you feel like the characters in The Waiting Place in Dr. Seuss’ classic book, “Oh, The Places You’ll Go.”

The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.”

But it’s not about wating for another chance. Or even a wig with curls.

Or being too young. Or too old.

It’s about starting today. And not quitting.

“Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.”–Newt Gingrich

There is an ache in these words, a pair of calloused hands and the taste of metal in your mouth and the tears in your eyes that say, “I’ve had enough.” There’s a deep soul-weariness that says you have nothing left as you look out upon a world waiting for your redemption, and see no sign of it at all. But there is also grit. There is holding on one minute more.

As I learned in yoga, you aren’t finished when you think you’re finished. It’s at that point that you can give a little bit more more.

That extra bit, that’s “the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.”

And past that lies the blessing.

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