No
Everyone loves a yes.
It's a happy word.
A smile word.
The kind of word we anticipate,
hope for,
wrap our arms around
and squeeze it for all it's worth.
Yes, you're a winner.
Yes, you are loved.
Yes, I hold you in the palm of My hand.
It's easy to adore yes and scorn its ugly step-sibling,
no.
No is black, angry, endless in spite and deprivation.
But really?
Step closer. Observe. Dare to look beyond the warty facade.
No more sin.
No more tears.
No more death.
Next time a no comes your way, remember these.
It's a happy word.
A smile word.
The kind of word we anticipate,
hope for,
wrap our arms around
and squeeze it for all it's worth.
Yes, you're a winner.
Yes, you are loved.
Yes, I hold you in the palm of My hand.
It's easy to adore yes and scorn its ugly step-sibling,
no.
No is black, angry, endless in spite and deprivation.
But really?
Step closer. Observe. Dare to look beyond the warty facade.
No more sin.
No more tears.
No more death.
Next time a no comes your way, remember these.