The world isn’t a forest of measuring sticks. The world is a forest of burning bushes. Everything isn’t a marker to make you feel behind or ahead; everything is a flame to make you see God is here…
I want to tell her, and every woman browsing through a fashion magazine, standing on a scale, scrolling through Pinterest, clicking through blogs, looking in a mirror: Every yardstick always becomes a billystick.
Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else’s and you’ve just picked up a stick and bashed your own soul…
And Hope, she smiles and she stands.
And when she turns, the way the light catches in her hair, she looks like every woman i’ve ever known.
She looks like a tree ablaze."