So, tonight I'm thinking about those things that are at the core of who we are. It feels appropriate tonight sitting by the Hudson River, my new(ish) truck parked on the street behind me, and my heart filled with thoughts of loves not here. There is a lot of me present tonight.
But, for fear of digression, back to the core.
Our core is that part of us that all the rest hinges on. It's what gets us out of bed and gets us through the day. The strength of our core is what allows us (or hinders us) from doing extraordinary things.
You find out what is at your core when you take a hit.
Now, I have a few things I would consider at my core. There are people and places and things that make up the interior of me. I have found over the years that those things can shift and change.
The changes can cause tremors...
However, I have had to ask myself again recently, what causes me to keep going...what do I do and who am I at the very center of me? What is the lowest common denominator that makes it so I don't collapse in the storms or fall down like an off balance house of cards?
In so much of my communication I try to be subtle. I like to use word pictures to convey ideas and hope that your own spirit does what it needs to do with them. When we talk about something so critical as what holds us up, I feel like I want to show you all of my cards. We need something unchangeable...something so strong that it helps us be strong when everything around us is falling.
So what is my core?
Since I was a child, I've always had a sense of a foundation. My life has endured many changes from losing my dad early to divorce to heartbreak to financial challenges to moving to unfamiliar places. But through it all there was this presence. A belief, if you will. At times I've questioned and at times full-on doubted, but it never went away.
Through life, love, cities, children, jobs, and lots of walking, I've had a single core.
My core (admittedly though at times He and I have had words) has always been Jesus.
I am a man who follows Jesus.
I don't really know how to explain it...but when I've lost everything, I can still feel Him in me somehow telling me to take another step. When I fail He tells me to get up. When I hurt, He teaches me how to stand up tall, be a man, and love with all my heart.
Because it's in the walking and loving that we find what He has given to us.
Every good gift I've ever gotten is because I got up and walked in my core. I've taken many hits...but got up and walked. I wish I could take the credit...tell you I'm some kind of badass dude who is made of rock.
I'm not.
At the core of me is a heart that has been able to stay soft only because it's a heart that is held by a badass dude who has been my rock.
He is the reason I am who I am...at least the parts of me that are alive.
If you have enjoyed being loved by me...it's Him.
If you've been inspired from something I've said...I've been with Him.
If you see me tomorrow...
...thank Him
God knows I do.
But, for fear of digression, back to the core.
Our core is that part of us that all the rest hinges on. It's what gets us out of bed and gets us through the day. The strength of our core is what allows us (or hinders us) from doing extraordinary things.
You find out what is at your core when you take a hit.
Now, I have a few things I would consider at my core. There are people and places and things that make up the interior of me. I have found over the years that those things can shift and change.
The changes can cause tremors...
However, I have had to ask myself again recently, what causes me to keep going...what do I do and who am I at the very center of me? What is the lowest common denominator that makes it so I don't collapse in the storms or fall down like an off balance house of cards?
In so much of my communication I try to be subtle. I like to use word pictures to convey ideas and hope that your own spirit does what it needs to do with them. When we talk about something so critical as what holds us up, I feel like I want to show you all of my cards. We need something unchangeable...something so strong that it helps us be strong when everything around us is falling.
So what is my core?
Since I was a child, I've always had a sense of a foundation. My life has endured many changes from losing my dad early to divorce to heartbreak to financial challenges to moving to unfamiliar places. But through it all there was this presence. A belief, if you will. At times I've questioned and at times full-on doubted, but it never went away.
Through life, love, cities, children, jobs, and lots of walking, I've had a single core.
My core (admittedly though at times He and I have had words) has always been Jesus.
I am a man who follows Jesus.
I don't really know how to explain it...but when I've lost everything, I can still feel Him in me somehow telling me to take another step. When I fail He tells me to get up. When I hurt, He teaches me how to stand up tall, be a man, and love with all my heart.
Because it's in the walking and loving that we find what He has given to us.
Every good gift I've ever gotten is because I got up and walked in my core. I've taken many hits...but got up and walked. I wish I could take the credit...tell you I'm some kind of badass dude who is made of rock.
I'm not.
At the core of me is a heart that has been able to stay soft only because it's a heart that is held by a badass dude who has been my rock.
He is the reason I am who I am...at least the parts of me that are alive.
If you have enjoyed being loved by me...it's Him.
If you've been inspired from something I've said...I've been with Him.
If you see me tomorrow...
...thank Him
God knows I do.
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