get off your but

here’s a poem i wrote during church on sunday that i am jazzed about.

I am loved.

I belong.

I am growing.

There is hope.

There is a future.

….

But….

but what?

But a thousand excuses and explanations and mountains out of mole hills of others opinions.

But a word spoken over us in accusation by a voice unworthy of speaking into our hearts.

But my own hesitation to live my truth and authenticity and joy.

Get off your but.

Get off your althoughs, yets, and except fors

Go back to English class dear beloved.

Declarative sentences are written to declare things.

So hear the declaration of these declaratives without the contradictions of those afraid of the cost of authenticity:

You are loved.

You belong.

You are growing.

There is hope.

There is a future.