My dad recently told me, “There are many people who will put you down. Don’t be one of them.”
And that sticks with me every single day.
- mom: don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot
- me: fire cannot kill a dragon
Oh yeaaahhh how my sisters love him so much
The best kind of community, I’d imagine, is the one that sort of allows you to laugh at yourself for being so dang weird, where you’re a little free to be a little loopy, and if you have to screw up, they first point fingers at themselves. We could take our time with each other, and we could disagree, and we could handle rebuke with grace, and we could rebuke graciously.
In that sort of place, we wouldn’t be so scared and stiff and twitchy, because you feel like the God-created you has been the real you all along, buried under layers of socially-driven anxieties that never worked anyway.