begin where you are, little one, my blonde-sunshine-girl.
just lay down your weapons of self-destruction, your weapons of word-war that leave your mouth
for distant countries only to cling to your own skin.
yield your flaming torches and pitchforks, and begin from where you are.
look at you, your eyes always picking apart the days for signs, always thinking your season is failure.
listen, is all the work of staying alive yours to do, the weight of keeping your heart beating and beating and beating only yours?
are you the One who turns Winter into sunshine?
are you only one thing at a time?
do you still remember how make the light shine behind your eyes?
what to do then, when for a moment, only a small moment mind you, so don’t get distracted by the weight of it, you forget how to be alive inside your own skin.
what then, bright-eyed hope-eater?
what then…
you are not alone. you are not alone. you are not alone.
and this bucket-of-empty, the holding it, the weighing it as a life that surely disappoints the One who stepped in to give you more when you were given words that tasted like death.
can you just let it go, just lay it down at His feet?
an offering?
listen, i dare you to do this!
yes, you heard me!
how about this quiet dare between old friends: just drop it, let it go, let it fall at His feet.
even this… even this… even this…
you know you can’t be holy without Him, so why try to arrive in your party clothes?
arrive as you are, begin from where you are.
for a small moment forget the thousand questions and all the mouths demanding an answer.
bring your offering of sadness, the tiredness that would knock you clean off your feet.
bring it.
all of it.
this is all you have to offer, this is everything, and you know how that story goes, right?
God is always at peace when we bring all the pieces of all we have left.
begin where you are, blonde-sunshine-girl.
don’t rush.
everything that matters, waits for you to catch up with what is.
everything waits for you to stop, waits for you to catch your breath, waits for you to begin naming the things that are what they are, as an offering.
© liezel graham 2026
liezel graham 