The teenage boy struggling to fall asleep said,
“What am I if I'm not the skinniest guy?
What am I if I don't have enough abs?
What if I'm not the stereotypical strong man?
Can I still be somebody?
Can I be somebody if I don't have many special talents?
Or if my special talents are what some would call weird?
If I don't make the pros, am I still good enough?
If I don't go to college, is that okay?
If I lose my friends or my family, will I still know who I am?
Will I still be me?”
At this point God stepped in and said,
“Of course you will still be you.
I created you, I made you, and even if
You don't know who you are, I do.
You are my special child,
And I knew everything about you from the very beginning.
So don't worry. I love you.”
And so the boy let his head fall,
And his eyes close,
And surrendered his everything, his all
To the one who knows.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
The teenage boy struggling to fall asleep said,
“What am I if I'm not the skinniest guy?
What am I if I don't have enough abs?
What if I'm not the stereotypical strong man?
Can I still be somebody?
Can I be somebody if I don't have many special talents?
Or if my special talents are what some would call weird?
If I don't make the pros, am I still good enough?
If I don't go to college, is that okay?
If I lose my friends or my family, will I still know who I am?
Will I still be me?”
At this point God stepped in and said,
“Of course you will still be you.
I created you, I made you, and even if
You don't know who you are, I do.
You are my special child,
And I knew everything about you from the very beginning.
So don't worry. I love you.”
And so the boy let his head fall,
And his eyes close,
And surrendered his everything, his all
To the one who knows.
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