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Bare Feet // JATW

Bare Feet

Bare Feet // JATWI stand on this dirt patch that my son likes to dig out of, feeling the damp cold underneath my toes left from the incessant amount of rain that happened over the weekend.  It’s humid out here, but not the sweat-my-ass-off kind. There’s a slight coolness to the small breeze that passes over my face, bringing the aroma of summer grass mixed with the first stages of autumn leaves. It’s coming, I can feel it. Fall is almost here. It arrives late for us Floridians, but it arrives nonetheless; especially in North Florida.

The sound of dragon fly buzz accompanied by the songs of two different species of birds rings just loud enough to create an accompaniment track for outside speculating. Not too strong, as it often is in the woods, but just as you would expect for a rural part of town where nature collides a little less manicured with the modernization of human creation.

The muted sky is overcast, but the sun still shines through the clouds enough to make me squint, and I succumb to my closing eyes, taking it all in with my other four senses.

If I accomplish nothing else today, which may very well be the case, I can at least know that I’m valued. I believe it to be true; His Word tells me so. But He is reminding me with the dirt, and the breeze and the buzz and the light.

 

I am alive, and I am loved.

The Way We Treat Each Other.

Before I get into anything, I have to tell you what I had for breakfast this morning because it was DUHLOOSHUS.

Toasted Ezekiel bread topped with organic raspberry jam, a few sprinkles of goat cheese and an over-medium egg. Whew, it was so good.

Ok so in light of the presidential election year and the political “thickness” in the air, I want to share with you a post that I wrote a while back on my tumblr. Facebook, twitter and other forms of social media are really heating up. I’m seeing a frightening increase in harmful words, thoughts and actions simply because people don’t agree over who is a better candidate. True colors are really starting to show, but as awful as it is to look at, I believe it’s a good thing. I’d rather see filthy rags than white washed tombs. As the year trudges on, read this as a reminder that love is our greatest, most humbling and life saving tool.

If we have everything in common, then naturally you are as valuable as I.

But…

If you don’t listen to the same music I listen to, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you don’t wear the same type of clothes I wear, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you speak differently than I speak, then you are still as valuable as I.

If your hobbies are not my hobbies, then you are still as valuable as I.

If your friends aren’t my friends, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you are interested in things that don’t interest me, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you go to places that I wouldn’t go to, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you make choices that I wouldn’t make, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you watch things that I don’t like to watch, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you think things that I wouldn’t think, then you are still as valuable as I.

If I’m a conservative and you are a liberal, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you believe in something that I don’t believe in, then you are still as valuable as I.

If you have absolutely nothing in common with me, then you are still as valuable as I.

No matter how different we are, you are still as valuable as I.

Perhaps if we stopped looking at how much someone is not like us and instead looked at them the way our Creator does, the world around us would look much different.