Of life-living and so-telling…..

I’ve been standing in the strong winds of the word that found me for the year –
blameless –
winds whipping high with opportunity to blame like crazy,
to max out my capacity to resent and hold grudge.
(isn’t that the way these things go – you get a word and it challenges you so)

Yeah,  my little word has been riding shotgun while I wrestle with the wishing
to slam down my gavel and spit reasons why I’m right,
to stomp my feet to make it fair,
to lock my jaw and close up tight
because the way I see it is the way
and I want to keep my mad about it.
( sigh:))

The urge to say I told you so – there they are,
the words that can hiss and rattle alongside my longing
to be grace in gravely places.

“I told you so”
-is there even a shimmer of light in those self-righteous little words?
That I was able to predict something that heaven never wanted,
able to say the worst before it had the chance to happen
and then get to feel like I’m on higher ground?

Ewwww

When I get over myself and look with love I can see a little clearer
the choices that I’m choosing,
because when I leave this planet and burst blazing into the next thing
what kind of fire do I want to have lit with all of my telling?

I want to have told things that massage hope into silent questions,
that knead whatever light someone holds until it expands and fills their lonely places,
telling that rubs away the anxious rumblings that can make a hurting heart feel separated from love.
To say how you don’t have to be clever enough, or strong enough,
or fast or smart or good enough –
that you’re already there and wrapped in love enough
to help and heal and hold you close through anything
and maybe someone can open and receive it
because another someone told them so.

God how I want my told-you-so’s to be life instead of darkness.

You are worthy and wanted and welcome
and I want to tell you so:)

“Certainty is missing the point entirely.”
– Anne Lamott

(i’ve been a bad blogger lately – thanks so much for coming around
and saying even when I don’t get by to visit as often as I will soon.
I miss our visits)

Comments

  1. YES.
    I also want to be remembered for softness. For gentleness. For kindness. And for support. For love and laughter.
    Hard-edged words/thoughts/actions diminish us all.
    And whoever it was who coined the phrase ‘sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me’ was a stranger to the truth.

    • jennifer says

      I will remember you this way always:) Your words are sunshine and cold water on a hot day:)
      Thanks for being here, Sue,
      Jennifer

  2. A good reminder to myself this “Blameless” word. I have learned to bite my tongue on those “I told you so” so many times but sometimes the urge to say I told you so is stronger than my will. Those righteous “I told you so” cuts deep in the pride and they never give roots to humility.
    Thanks for your wisdom Jennifer.
    Hugs, Julia

    • jennifer says

      Yep, it leaks out plenty in my gimpy living, too:) So human we are:)
      Learning and leaning and always the letting go:)
      Thanks for coming by, Julia; thanks for being here even when I’ve been missing so much.
      -Jennifer

  3. I try not to say “I told you so.” But sometimes it is so very hard! And yet, I almost never feel good if I say so. (And usually people know anyway!)

    • jennifer says

      Hey friend, sorry for the long delay in reply. It’s good to hear from you.
      I try too but sometimes it slips right out. Or shouts behind the unspoken words:)
      Oh messy and imperfect life:)
      Thanks for coming by, Jeanie,
      Jennifer

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