Inspired: Real

It’s Monday. And I wrote this in, not five, but TEN minutes before I ran out of my front door on the way to a class on Friday. Please note that this post is not autobiographical! : ) I was playing with words and the idea of “real”. It’s inspired by Real at The Gypsy Mama …

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What is real? Is it the telling of the secrets of my soul? Is it an acknowledgement of the tactile world that surrounds my physical body?

Perhaps real is living in a world where there is no fairy godmother and magic wand. Perhaps real is living in a world where Cinderella doesn’t go to the ball. Perhaps real is living in a world where the prince marries another girl – the girl with the white dress and the glass slippers.

Or perhaps real is living in a world where there is a God, a Saviour, a Holy Spirit of Comfort and Power. Perhaps real is living in a world where He promises that everything works together for good. Perhaps real is living in a world which He says is just the taster for the world to come … for heaven … for eternity with Him.

Perhaps real is laughing and crying and, even when it hurts, living. Perhaps real is gritty and wonderful. Perhaps real is the intersection between life and grace. Perhaps real is just me and God together at that intersection. Perhaps real cannot be captured in words, but lived, moment by moment forever.

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Picture Credit: I found this on my computer from I don’t know when …