One In A Billion

Look at us.

We’re all trying to stand out and be noticed.

You, with your talents.  Me with mine.

Each of us on a journey to be heard.  Listened to.  To burn brightly after igniting a spark of interest.

We’re all striking the same matches:
I HAVE WORDS I NEED TO SHARE!

Waiting to be validated by a consuming public, who cannot quench their thirst against the raging flames of entertainment.

So we pound away at the keys, telling the stories our vivid imaginations create for us, and we write the articles our fierce opinions derive, and we share the inspiration our souls have encountered.

And then we wait to be noticed by the general public.

Days.  Weeks.  Months.  Years.

Others who have gone before us and somehow managed to be a hit, surely we can too?

Slowly, our motivation turns to ash.  The embers of longing to share, die.

We wonder why we put so much heart and soul into our work, for it to fall by the wayside.

So few acknowledge our existence, even after the hours we put into our work.  We wonder how people go viral, and what on earth they’re doing different than us.
Do they have different friends?
Do they have different connections?
Do they have different methods for gaining access to the millions of people we wish were our audience, too?

…..The answer is, we’re not all pursuing the same audience.

While each of us wish to be accepted for who we are, and what we bring to the literary world, we’re still different.

We have different pursuits.

We have different goals.

We have different messages we want to send.

We tell different stories.
Somewhere along the way, writers begin to join in a uniformity, the answer must be in writing the same way?
“You must write this way/you must write that way.”
“I don’t like to do this, you probably shouldn’t either.”
“Nobody writes like that anymore.”
“I wouldn’t read it, but I guess someone else might….”

Validating ourselves against others, instead of remaining true to ourselves.

The odds feel stacked against us when our words only reach a few people sprinkled throughout the world.

Don’t stop trying, despite the odds.

Yes.  You are one in a billion.

You don’t need a million followers, you simply need to be true to yourself.

Tell your story.  And then believe your story is worth being read, and pursue the audience you long for.

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Dear Little Girl

Precious Child, I have some Wisdom I wish others had shared with me.

Your skin is flawless, like porcelain.  It’s sincerely beautiful.
I wish I had taken care of mine, I hadn’t known then what I know now.

Don’t wear the make-up, pressed powder will do.  Your complexion is so delicate, be gentle with every inch of it.
You’re beautiful.  Wear the sunscreen, protect your beauty or one day you’ll look like me.  Damaged, scarred, reddened and rough.

I have some freckles, they don’t help.  So please don’t argue about the sunscreen.

Brush your teeth faithfully.  Keep them shining and healthy.
I didn’t.  And I cannot take back the damage.

Your life is so incredibly worth it.  Somebody loves you enough to help you through.

Enhance your beauty, but don’t smother it.  Wash your face before you go to bed.  I’ll teach you the proper skin care I wish someone had taught me.

Your smile is beautiful and true.  Never be afraid of who you are.  I’ll walk you through this life, and help you learn the True Beauty tucked inside.

The surface is important, you will determine how you feel based on how you look.  The woman who says women shouldn’t let how they look affect them, is right– but how you feel about yourself is going to stare at you from the mirror.

I let that woman control me.  Everything I didn’t see, I tried to create.  I was skinny, I was caked, and I still had yellow teeth.

Your appearance isn’t everything.  But it is going to bother you whether you wish it or not.  You’ll look to be someone else, or something else.  The best thing you can be is YOU.

And I’m going to teach you how to do this.  Because Beauty is more than skin deep.  And you’re already beautiful.  But I don’t want you looking in the mirror and regretting what I have, so I’ll help you believe in yourself like no one believed in me.

The Image Of God

“How long, O you sons of men, will you turn my Glory to shame? How long will you love worthlessness and seek falsehood?” Psalms 4:2

After living and relishing the lies that I wasn’t good enough for so many years, and loving and embracing the feeling of worthlessness, God has begun to wake up my sleeping, broken heart to tell me who I am and what I am expected to become.

This verse was the first that God took me to when I pulled out the new NKJV bible my mom recently gave me.

Did you know that as a human being, you ARE the Glory of God?
And every time you treat yourself with contempt, you shame that Glory.
Every self-inflicted burden, every self-inflicted lie, every self-inflicted pain…. anything that makes you feel inferior is shaming the Glory of God.
YOU have been made in His image, and because of that, you HAVE worth, you HAVE a purpose, and you have a reason to live.
The Lord has set you apart for Himself, and He will hear when you call to Him, because you are important.

How do you love worthlessness?

I am a pain addict. I revel in worthlessness and feeling like I’m not good enough. I’m very prone to inflicting myself with emptiness and filling my emotions with depression and things that will make me feel less and less like a human being, and more like a vapor that will disappear and no one will notice.
Sometimes I seek the people or things that will feed me the lies to encourage my worthlessness.

But I am the image of the Glory of God!
“Male and Female, in His image, He created them.” Gen. 1:27
In Genesis 1:26-27 He said “in [my, our, His] Image” three times.
We radiate the Glory of God, and every time we degrade ourselves, we put the Glory of God to shame!

“Do not call unclean what the Lord has made clean.” Acts 10:15
Because of the bloodshed of Jesus Christ, the deity whose image WE bear, we have been made Holy. So why do we live in worthlessness?
Why do we crave the emptiness?
Why do we desire to be hopeless and broken?