Thursday, November 13, 2014

A letter to you, wherever you are, and to me....

I want to know you. You are worth knowing.

You are worth waiting for.  You are worth waking up for--if I've even fallen asleep. 

You are worth doing my hair and my makeup, agonizing over what I'm going to wear, before finally settling on my favorite hip gigging sweater dress and boots. 

You are worth the twenty minutes extra I take to put on and zip up the boots, not because I think you'll notice them at all!, but because you are worth the best I have to offer, and darling, the black boots are it, let me tell you. 

You are worth brushing my teeth a little longer, through one extra recitation of the ABC's backwards in my head. 

It usually takes three. You are worth four.

You are worth my most genuine, toothiest smile. 

You are worth a train ride, a plane ride, a bus ride and two transfers, if that's what I have to do to get to you. 

I would do that for you, because you are worth knowing. 

You are worth the most expensive drink in Starbucks. You are worth sitting on a cold park bench, if that's where I have to go to find you. You are worth all the time it takes for me to like you, and love you, and learn to appreciate you, because you are worth knowing. 

I want to know you-- really know you. I want to sit with you for hours and listen while you tell me what makes you happy, and what makes you angry, and what makes you sad, and what makes you pause, even in your busiest moments. 

I want hear your laugh, and commit it to memory, because I can tell you now, it's my favorite thing about you. 

I want to know where you stand-- on abortion, and politics, and DC vs. Marvel comics. 

I want to know what political figure most inspires you, and the name of the last book you read, and how sweet you'll drink your iced tea. 

Because that last one's important to me. 

And because you're worth knowing. 

And worth dying for too. I want you to know that. 

We're both worth blood, perfect, holy, righteous, pure blood. 

The only kind that could save us both. 

I want to know that you KNOW that. And not just that you know it. That you believe it. And that you act it out in your life. 

Because it's a weighty responsibility to know that you are worth the death of the world's only Blameless One. 

And I want to know that you live out that worth. I want to see it in how you treat others: yourself, the server, the passerby on the street. I want to see it in how you treat me. 

I want to know that you know and you value and you accept your worth. 

And mine. 

And His. 

I want to know, because you are worth knowing. 

And so am I. I am worth knowing because I am His. 

I am worth the best you have to offer and the miles you have to travel and the temporary inconveniences and the time you have to take, because I am His. 

And both of us-He and I-are worth knowing. 


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