I Made Her
And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked
perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than
the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand
questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still
day. I will love you when you are a
hurricane.
-Clementine von Radics
“Mouthful of Forevers”
I discovered Clementine von Radics recently and I am forever
changed. I think we are kindred spirits.
Her poetry is beautiful and raw and she has a way of describing every
feeling that I have ever had yet have not been able to put into words.
I think the reason this one is so popular is because in all
honesty, all of us have felt not good enough or too much or too little at some
point. We hide ourselves, scared to be
vulnerable yet still hoping that one day people will come along that see us.
All of us. And adore us not just for our
light but also for our darkness. Because
let’s face it- we all have a dark side.
I used to hate how sassy I was. I hated that I had no filter and that people
often looked at me as too much to handle.
I was TOLD I was too much. That
no one could possibly appreciate the fact that I was a woman with a mind and
that I wasn’t afraid to speak it. I was
told I was too sensitive. I was told
that I was too loud, too opinionated. It
took me a really long time to realize that these exact things were what made ME
and that I was made with a purpose and all of me was created for greater things. Flaws and all.
This poem is beautiful, and I hope there will come a day
that someone will say that about me. But
I think the bigger point to life is being able to say that about yourself.
My youth pastors wife gave me another poem as a teenager and
it is one that has stuck with me for close to 15 years. I think this is a perfect reminder that our
uniqueness is a gift. Sometimes I still need to be reminded of this. This week in particular has been hard on me
but at the end of the day, my prayer has been one of thanksgiving for being
fearfully and wonderfully made. I don’t
always understand my purpose but I know I was made for great things. And so were you.
My hope is that we build a world that loves more and criticizes
less. It starts with us. It starts with loving people for who they
are. It starts with encouragement. It starts with understanding. It starts with you.
"I Made Her Because I Love Her"
I made her...she is different. She is unique.
With love I formed her in her mother's womb.
I fashioned her with great joy.
I remember with great pleasure the day I created her.
I love her smile. I love her ways. I love to hear her laugh
And the silly things she says and does.
She brings me great pleasure. This is how I made her.
I made her pretty but not beautiful.
I wanted her to search out her heart and learn that
it would be ME in her that would make her beautiful....
And it would be ME that would draw others to her.
I made her in such a way that she would need me.
I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be...
Only because I need her to learn to depend on ME.
I know her heart. I know that if I had not made her like this,
She would go her own way
And forget Me...her Creator.
Because I love her, I have seen her broken heart...
and the tears she cried alone.
I have cried with her and had a broken heart too.
Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone...
Only because she would not hold my hand.
So many lessons she's learned the hard way
because she would not listen to MY voice.
And now she is Mine again.
I made her, I bought her...
Because I love her.
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