I have been in love with perfection.
Fallen asleep at night with
it tucked under my pillow.
And dreamt and prayed that in the morning
I would somehow be complete,
a finished product worth putting on your shelf.
Like a shiny gold trophy I would glitter at you.
You would admire me back.
But plated gold worth is not valuable; it’s artificial.
And I am prone to falling short.
I never liked how it hurt.
I took it as proof that I was not resilient.
I did not bounce back easily.
That I deserved it,
I was not worth it.
I was worthless.
Besides, my legs get tired
From constantly getting back up.
I get weary carrying so much weight.
I crack easily under pressure of disapproval.
But even a diamond has to be broken into pieces
To reveal it’s true shine.
It has to be uncovered,
Chipped away at,
Dropped a few times.
So, the dirt can be broken off its shoulders.
In the diamond business this is called cutting.
That is why it hurts.
It takes time and an expert hand to remove
The rock and dirt
Life is the chisel and God is the schooled technician
He knows what He is doing
Each Bang of His hammer means Fighter.
Each chisel mark = Survivor.
Each drop = Stronger.
Each stumble = Standing Taller.
The more He renames, the more He reclaims,
The more we begin to diamond shine.
Jewels that are heavy with purpose
Do Not Bounce.
They take strength to lift.
That’s why some people cannot take the weight
But remember people only walk away from things
they cannot afford.
But a diamond is still a diamond
Small imperfections do not diminish your value.
Don’t be mistaken by your size,
A diamond is small and precious but they are judged
by three things:
1. Their hardness – they are the only substance on
earth that can cut through anything.
2. Their toughness - the measure of how well the gem
can survive impact and resist breaking or cracking at
its weakest points.
3. Their stability - how well can they withstand temperature change and how they cannot be broken
down by acid spoken by others.
So I say if each struggle is a gem in the crown I wear,
Then each day crown me again.
How can I fall into perfection?
How can I take these rough-cut pieces
of life and buff them into a gem of strength?
How can I shine back the knowledge that breaking
has given me?
When you go to sleep
Tuck all of this under your pillow
And tomorrow you will wake up imperfect,
But still shining
Still the diamond of His eye
Still covered in His grace
And when people start asking
Why do you look so good?
There is just something about you.
Look how far you’ve come!
What is your secret?
You can say:
I did not wake up like this
I worked for this
And God uncovered a diamond
I Did Not Wake Up Like This
BY. DAGMAR MORGAN // CREATIVE GOD, CREATIVE MINDS