Joyful Ruins

When I was young

I looked for someone

To call me beautiful

I held my hands out

Waiting for someone

To hand me my value

I left every conversation

Hoping I’d left an impression

Desperately wishing

I’d be significant

Remembered

Special

I waited for phone calls

I longed for approval

But as I grew older

I began to see

That significance cannot be earned

My beauty could not be

Determined

And value would not be handed to me

I learned that I was significant

Without making an impression

Whether or not I was remembered

I was

Special simply for being me

Those phone calls that never came

Were completely forgotten

Because I was to busy living life

To wait around for people

Who didn’t care enough to call

Approval came

Not from anyone

But the Creator

Who saw me

Before I was born

I stopped holding my hands out

Because they were already held

And I wanted to use them

To hold the hands of others

So it is OK To let them go

The ones who do not call

The ones who make you earn their attention

It’s OK to turn away

To move on from them

And to know Your worth

Does not come from them at all