Today is the day. Today is the day. Today is the day, and every day after it that the good Lord gives me to use for His glory. I want to be used, I want to be motivated. I want to motivate you to be used.
I want us to be a tribe of women, men, of human beings that motivate everyone we come across to be better than we ever thought possible.
I want women to stop looking at other women as a threat, and see the woman within. I want men to stop looking at women as objects, and see the woman within. I want us to look at our fellow humans, not by how they look, but how they were created. I want the whole world to go blind for 24 hours so that every reaction we had for an entire day would be based on how we feel, and not what we see. I want to feel my fellow humans, from the inside out. I want to share your laughter, share your pain, carry your burdens. I want to enjoy with you the breeze across your skin on a hot summer day and experience with you your tears at a funeral. I want to mentally hold your hand, hold your heart, help you hold your head up when you feel dejected and alone. I want you to want to do the same for me.
I want you to help me to love you. I want you to motivate me. To run with me this race called life, and pull me along when I feel like stopping. I promise to do the same for you.
If we could just spend our days feeling, caring, motivating, instead of ignoring, arguing and discouraging, we could do something, anything, and everything. We never know just by looking around us how much someone just needs us. Someone is getting their butt kicked by circumstances and needs a friend to step in and stop that bully called life from crushing their spirit. We need life partners, inspiration partners, get up and fight back partners, every single day. Life is hard, people.
God gave every single one of us the ability to help our brothers and sisters out. Each one of us are fearfully and wonderfully made for a purpose, all of us different, but all of us so freaking awesome in our own unique ways.
I completely suck at some things. I can’t cook. I try, but everything I ever make is at best mediocre, and that’s on a good day. I have made mashed potatoes that looked like some kind of super glue that would be sticky enough to hold a bowling ball to the ceiling, and I am not exaggerating. I set my microwave on fire once. I’ve made biscuits that David could have used for stones in his slingshot against Goliath. I’ve made simple recipes that look unrecognizable when I was finished with them, and pizza night was a backup plan that I used far too often. But I still try, and slowly but surely I have pulled off meals that while no one would consider exquisite, they are edible and sometimes someone actually has seconds. A good cook I’m not, but I have friends who are like the equivalent of Michaelangelo in the kitchen. Friends who have that golden touch, and everything they make not only looks divine, it tastes divine. I love these friends. I love them even more when they invite me to dinner. We laugh at my cooking, and it doesn’t hurt. It feels good to celebrate their awesomeness. It tastes good too!
I’m also not the best driver. I’m a careful driver, the one who is on the lookout for all the crazies (these are the people who are always in a hurry and sometimes they scare me). I’m a defensive driver. My father who is a retired police officer, and a heck of an aggressive driver, calls me Miss Daisy. I will never go more than 5 miles over the speed limit, and that’s pushing it. I’m the girl you might get stuck behind that drives you crazy, because you feel the need to speed, but please be kind to me, because driving like that makes me feel safe in an unpredictable world. I know you don’t mean to scare me by riding my bumper, or swerving around me and cutting me off. Sometimes I wish I could be more like you, but I can’t, it’s not in me. I respect you. I need speeders in my life. Why? Flashback to five years ago when I’m sitting on my girlfriend’s couch, chit chatting and giggling, and I get a phone call. My grandfather had had a heart attack. It wasn’t good. My grandmother said hurry. Hurry. I jumped up, grabbed my keys. My girlfriend snatched them. “I’m driving,” she said. And she did. You see, she is a speeder. Boy, can that girl drive. She drives fast and hard, whips in and out of traffic, and I’m not exaggerating when I say I brace my feet on her dashboard and close my eyes whenever she’s transporting me. Her need for speed terrifies me. But that night, she got me to a hospital 26 miles away in about 15 minutes. And I loved her for that. I lost my grandfather that night, the man who taught me all about Jesus, but my friend got me to that hospital when I needed to be fast, and I’m just not fast.
We need people to be different than us. We need them to cook us yummy food, and to get us to hospitals. We need them to sing for us, paint for us, create for us. We need the generous people that open their wallets, the sweet people who volunteer at shelters. We need the plumbers to plumb, the builders to build, the laborers to labor. We need the truckers to truck, even when they’re hauling way to fast down that highway, because man, I need those groceries on my grocery store shelf, and I need toilet paper! I need people to be good, great, fabulous at the things I suck at, and I need to be a dynamite superstar at the things you suck at, so that maybe I can help you!
I need you to motivate me on a bad day so that I can motivate the lady walking next to me, who just needs a smile or a kind word to erase those worry lines from her face. I need us all to be rock stars at what we do best, to figure out if we are the helpers, the healers, the inspirational talkers, the artists, the funny people who make others laugh. We just have to find our thing, use it, be used. Use me! I’ll use you!
Lord, let us be used to do better, be better, be the best at something, while we admire, without a jealous beat of the heart, those of us who are better at something else. AMEN!
So use me. I’m kinda good at helping. I have strong arms for lifting. I have slightly crooked teeth that look pretty good when I smile at you. I love to build you up. I draw well. Especially unicorns. I see beauty everywhere and I love to share it, to open your eyes to it. I’ve seen angels. I’m loyal. I’ve made so many mistakes, but I’m really good at talking about them to maybe keep others from doing the same. I am good with numbers and have a fantastic memory. I love to love, even when it hurts me. I’m a helper.
There’s so much I suck at, but there’s so many things that I don’t suck at. I just had to figure it out, just like we all do.
So let’s cherish our abilities, and admire our neighbors. Lets not hinder, but let us help. Those we help just might help us back when we least expect it. Let’s use each other. We might just use the world into a better place. So just use me.
Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in the way of a brother or sister.
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.