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“There comes a time in every story when the hero finally gets everything they ever wanted. And that's usually when the music swells and the credits roll or the last page turns or we just flip the channel. I believe there's a reason for that.
We don't want to spend too much time with somebody once they've gotten everything they've ever wanted. They become insufferable. They become unsympathetic. They start using words like whom properly in a sentence. There's no more mountain left for them to climb, so we're out.
We're underdog people. Get out of here with your all my dream already came true nonsense. Just take your football and go home, Rudy. Go live your happy life and let us be. We're already on to the next unlikely story.
But what if success was where the real trouble began?
What if we got everything we ever wanted, only to find out it doesn't change a thing about not liking this skin we have to do life in, this dirt still caked under our fingernails. That once we go home and tuck ourselves between the cool cotton sheets, where it's just us and the darkness settled in, it hasn't changed a thing about how easily we can lay our head down and fall asleep at night.
...
The hero, it turns out, is flawed. Deeply, deeply, deeply flawed.
And no amount of success is going to undo that. No relentless pursuit of more is going to erase what was missing. It's going to take digging in and doing the hard work of healing if there's any hope of changing all that. but how do e you gather up the nerve when it already feels so damaged? And is that the kind of story anybody will ever care about?
...
We don't really make movies about what happened after someone got everything they ever wanted.
About what happens when the hero at last has to come face-to-face with what no amount of success will ever fix.
But that's the story we're living now.”
― Dirt: Growing Strong Roots in What Makes the Broken Beautiful
We don't want to spend too much time with somebody once they've gotten everything they've ever wanted. They become insufferable. They become unsympathetic. They start using words like whom properly in a sentence. There's no more mountain left for them to climb, so we're out.
We're underdog people. Get out of here with your all my dream already came true nonsense. Just take your football and go home, Rudy. Go live your happy life and let us be. We're already on to the next unlikely story.
But what if success was where the real trouble began?
What if we got everything we ever wanted, only to find out it doesn't change a thing about not liking this skin we have to do life in, this dirt still caked under our fingernails. That once we go home and tuck ourselves between the cool cotton sheets, where it's just us and the darkness settled in, it hasn't changed a thing about how easily we can lay our head down and fall asleep at night.
...
The hero, it turns out, is flawed. Deeply, deeply, deeply flawed.
And no amount of success is going to undo that. No relentless pursuit of more is going to erase what was missing. It's going to take digging in and doing the hard work of healing if there's any hope of changing all that. but how do e you gather up the nerve when it already feels so damaged? And is that the kind of story anybody will ever care about?
...
We don't really make movies about what happened after someone got everything they ever wanted.
About what happens when the hero at last has to come face-to-face with what no amount of success will ever fix.
But that's the story we're living now.”
― Dirt: Growing Strong Roots in What Makes the Broken Beautiful
“I think about that often.
I think about the boots and the bones, and how I didn't want to be so lowly as to stoop down and help another human being take off their layers of mud. to wind up with their dirt on my hands.
I think that's because for a long time I believed freedom looked like getting to a place where none of the people were muddy. Where everyone was shiny and clean and took care of their own front yards. Where everywhere you looked, there were white picket fences and perfectly manicured pansies lining the front walkway.
...
And then I think about God and what neighborhood He would live in.
I think about Jesus washing the feet of the disciples. Those dusty busted-up, sandal-blistered feet they rolled up with to His supper table. I think about the Savior of the world kneeling there at His last meal, before His body was broken and His blood was poured out, first making sure that none of them had to walk around with muddy feet.
At this I picture Jesus kneeling at the feet of my father.
I think about the conversation those two might have. I think about the care Jesus would take in removing those heavy weights from around Dad's ankles. how He would hold all those broken parts in His light-filled hands and weep with Dad for all the pain he'd been walking around with. I think He would tell him that He sees how hard he's been fighting to hold it all together, sees all the sacrifices that he's made. I think Jesus would sit with him there for a while in the mud, not even caring about Dad's boots leaving marks all up and down His crisp, white robes.
There comes a time when every person who believes in God also has to decide what kind of character they believe He has.
Is He a cold and distant God, withholding every good thing, just waiting for the chance to take back what little He has given?
Is He a God who only gives out begrudging scraps of joy after first putting you in very hot water, His red-letter way of ensuring that you've been washed clean?
Or is He a God who sits with you in the mud, who stoops to serve before the sacrifice?
I used to think freedom looked a lot like being around people who aren't muddy.
Now I realize we're all pretty muddy and maybe just a little bit broken too, no matter what kind of place we call home.
And when it comes right down to it, getting each other's mud on our hands--this serving one another in love--that's what true freedom has always been about anyway.
Because love, like integrity, is also about what we do when no one else is looking.
And how we do anything is how we do everything.”
― Dirt: Growing Strong Roots in What Makes the Broken Beautiful
I think about the boots and the bones, and how I didn't want to be so lowly as to stoop down and help another human being take off their layers of mud. to wind up with their dirt on my hands.
I think that's because for a long time I believed freedom looked like getting to a place where none of the people were muddy. Where everyone was shiny and clean and took care of their own front yards. Where everywhere you looked, there were white picket fences and perfectly manicured pansies lining the front walkway.
...
And then I think about God and what neighborhood He would live in.
I think about Jesus washing the feet of the disciples. Those dusty busted-up, sandal-blistered feet they rolled up with to His supper table. I think about the Savior of the world kneeling there at His last meal, before His body was broken and His blood was poured out, first making sure that none of them had to walk around with muddy feet.
At this I picture Jesus kneeling at the feet of my father.
I think about the conversation those two might have. I think about the care Jesus would take in removing those heavy weights from around Dad's ankles. how He would hold all those broken parts in His light-filled hands and weep with Dad for all the pain he'd been walking around with. I think He would tell him that He sees how hard he's been fighting to hold it all together, sees all the sacrifices that he's made. I think Jesus would sit with him there for a while in the mud, not even caring about Dad's boots leaving marks all up and down His crisp, white robes.
There comes a time when every person who believes in God also has to decide what kind of character they believe He has.
Is He a cold and distant God, withholding every good thing, just waiting for the chance to take back what little He has given?
Is He a God who only gives out begrudging scraps of joy after first putting you in very hot water, His red-letter way of ensuring that you've been washed clean?
Or is He a God who sits with you in the mud, who stoops to serve before the sacrifice?
I used to think freedom looked a lot like being around people who aren't muddy.
Now I realize we're all pretty muddy and maybe just a little bit broken too, no matter what kind of place we call home.
And when it comes right down to it, getting each other's mud on our hands--this serving one another in love--that's what true freedom has always been about anyway.
Because love, like integrity, is also about what we do when no one else is looking.
And how we do anything is how we do everything.”
― Dirt: Growing Strong Roots in What Makes the Broken Beautiful
“We are not born with hard hearts. We are born with soft and tender hearts that, more often than not, are mishandled and consequently broken. The pain is always harsher than expected when each fragment turns to stone. So we pile them high to form a wall of protection around ourselves, determined never to experience such terrible pain again. That is how hearts come to be hardened. Ironically, our refusal to dismantle the wall is how and why we continue to suffer.”
― Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
― Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“Having a birthday is like reaching a higher peak on a mountain. Pause to admire the view; reflect on how far you have come.”
― Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
― Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year
“Don't tell me where your priorities are. Show me where you spend your money and I'll tell you what they are.”
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