On Ready Feet

He was born and I didn't realize how much he'd change my life He died and I've realized I'll never be the same I look through pictures,  flashbacks of memories,  laughing at us We were ridiculous, such silly kids  Always cooking up some scheme or another However, whenever an experiment went south I bailed and let him take the blame Being a year and half apart  I really wasn't the wise older sister, But I was his conscience quite often Mostly telling him what to do But he was still one of my best friends We called him Kolbs Or Kolbster Or Knucklehead Or Dudester Or Broseph (He had a lot of nicknames, now that I think about it!) He and I…we clicked, ya know? I'd say we were both sensitive souls,  aware of more than what was on the surface We were empathetic and thoughtful, but we were pretty extroverted  loved being around and loving on people I feel like we laughed easily (he could make you laugh without...

To give credit where credit is due, I stole the title for this post from the titular song by Mark Schultz (from that album of the same name) that used to listen to non-stop when I was a teen. I didn't understand, exactly, what I was listening to but I knew the lyrics were powerful to a degree. While I couldn't comprehend the magnitude of what it means to be broken and still yet beautiful, the words still resonated with me. In essence, the song is a praise of who God is and What He has done. Confession? I am broken. In so many, many ways. So very often I feel beyond God's incredible, ever-enduring love. But God makes me beautiful. He reaches into my life, takes my brokenness as His own and I become His. His beautiful one, His Beloved, His most precious creation. How can this be? When I feel so lost and alone, He is there? How can the God of the Universe take this mere moral and fill her with Himself? In Him. my deepest fears are faced and conquered. In Him, ...

They say that when you fall, all you have to do is get back up again. They say that when you're hurt,  all you need is time to heal. They that when you are lost, look up at the stars and you'll find your way. There is truth there, in what they say. There is hope, for some.  But... Sometimes, when that's me - the person who fell the person who hurt and was hurt the person who is lost - Sometimes, those words, they injure more than mend. Sometimes,  nothing said is better  than saying the "right thing".  I don't know how to answer when people ask  "How are you?" I want to say "I'm fine. I'm brave. I can do this." I want to say "It's going to be okay." I want to say "Nothing broke that can't be fixed." But... While some of that is the truth, sometimes, Other times, the other truths reveal the hurt What hurts the most is the loss of so...