The world is missing your vulnerability.

Your community needs your softness, your rooted-ness, your love, you.

It’s terrifying to open up, to share those inner parts of you that aren’t fully formed, that are tender, that are unsure of how they “fit in”.

Do it anyway.

Do it so that your neighbors can see what courage looks like, do it so that small, unformed part in others can grow.

Spill your tears on the ground and water the flowers, spill your blood and feed the truth.

Delight in the fleeting instances that will echo through eternity.

Celebrate your connections, to your people, to your place, to your faith. Dare to be wholly you.