People poured out blessings upon us both.
Heartwarming and humbling,
their words filled my ears.
I heard it all, and it settled in the warm spot between my heart and my stomach.
(I am certain that is where my soul resides.)
Words – my love language – find me again today and rain down in my mind.
The moment rises once again, catches in my throat on the way up.
And warmth floods my whole being.
I am chosen.
Say it slowly.
(And so are you.)
To be whole.
To be loving.
To be who you be.
To love who you be.
To share who you be.
I am ordained.
But I am no wiser.
No more perfect and polished.
If anything, I am more broken.
My heart, my soul filled with love and cracked wide open.
And I’m not quite ready to put it all back together.
(Maybe I never will be.)