Jaclyn Rae

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I want to be more honest.

I want my profile picture to show me when I feel whole — with no make-up and messy hair and my favorite beat-up running shoes. Because in those shoes I’ve outrun depression and self-mutilation and found pieces of me that are beautiful. I want to tell you about the scariest moment of my life and that it made me compassionate. Not damaged.

I want to be openly unraveled because that’s how I feel most of the time. I want you to know that I’m shy and intimidated, but fiercely brave when it counts. That I’ve gone months without reading the Bible or praying because I question my faith. That I’m not always sweet and sometimes I recklessly hurt people. That I can be so insecure and narcissistic that it almost prevents me from functioning. But, I’m working on it.

Social media makes honesty difficult because everyone presents his or her “best” self in public. We are happy. We are grateful. We love coffee and family and beautiful sunsets. I often catch myself in a trap of comparing how I feel to how everyone else appears. And that makes me want to appear put-together too. Even when it’s not true.

It’s like dating.

When you meet someone new, you tell him or her all the good parts – things that make you charming and lovely and easy to like. You act more confident than you feel because you can’t tell the truth. That you changed outfits five times this morning and nothing looks quite right and God, please, let this one like me. Or that you’ve been on dates with four other people this month and they all ended with you wishing you’d stayed home with a cup of tea and a book instead.

Honesty in relationships is scary because it increases the risk. It’s scary because people, and truth, change. When my ex-boyfriend and I broke up, I realized how little I knew about him. How many things I felt but never said. How much he didn’t know about me. I was in love with who I thought he’d become and he likely loved me for the same reason. I don’t regret one day of it, but I wish we’d made less small talk and had more honest conversations. Not because that would’ve changed our story, but because we find the courage to be ourselves in raw moments.

I’m quietly starting over with someone new and that scares the hell out of me. I’m scared of being vulnerable. Scared to admit the farthest I’ve ever been with a guy physically was not my choice, and that it makes me incredibly insecure. But I’ve learned that relationships aren’t worth anything if you don’t let someone get to know you – really get to know you – and keep the door open so they can come and go as they please. Relationships aren’t worth anything unless they’re honest and free.

This blog, this year, and the people I’ve been blessed to meet along the way have made me more honest. For that, and countless other things, I thank you.

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photo reblogged via weheartit

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To Walk Far, Carry Less

Maybe part of growing up is learning that it’s okay to set something down, just because it’s heavy.

You may really love that thing. You’re likely attached to it for reasons even you don’t understand. You may have held it tightly against your chest for so long that it feels like part of you… But you simply cannot carry the weight of it anymore.

So you let it go.

You let it go, and it makes you free.

let it go

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Just Love.

I’m learning that the best things in life are not things I plan for myself.

My former boyfriend and I used to see each other every Thursday. The demise of our relationship left a void in my heart and schedule. I decided to fill both by signing up to tutor/mentor an elementary student once a week.

I got paired up with the toughest kid in the group. At age ten, she had already been suspended for slamming another student’s head into a locker. She was guarded, aggressive, and wanted nothing to do with me. For months I wondered why I wasn’t partnered with one of the younger kids – the ones who sit in your lap and give hugs and follow directions.

Four years and a multitude of challenges later, I still spend every Thursday with this same girl. We’ve been through more together than I have with almost any other person. She’s been with me through break-ups, illnesses, and the deaths of loved ones. Through the times I lost faith in God, love, and myself. I’ve been with her through juvenile hall, social workers, and parents disappearing. Through bullying, self-mutilation, and poverty.

I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make you feel so many things. Even when she gets mad at me or disappoints me, I’d slay dragons for this girl. When the rest of the world sees her as a delinquent, as a nobody, I want to jump to her defense and tell them how amazing she is. She’s beautiful and smart and compassionate. Please, take a second look.

I may not be the best person for her, but she is the best person for me.

What moves me the most is how God orchestrates such unexpectedly beautiful things in our lives. To help us. To stretch us. To save us from our own prejudices and let us see Him in the faces of others. Sometimes we look so hard for relationships that will end in rings and vows that we miss opportunities for love right in front of us. When I think about what I really want for my life, it’s that 14 year-old girl who sits across from me at a coffee shop every Thursday. I want genuine, fought-for, unconditional love. Not control. Not forever.

Just love.

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The One Where I Learn About Love

I want to scream at you. Shake you. Do anything to convince you that your life could be different. Better.

You settled. For half-hearted promises and crossed fingers and a house full of nostalgia that reminds you your dreams are not your own. You settled. Because sometimes regret feels safer than loneliness.

And I’m dying to tell you what I see in you. Dying to tell you that I can help you realize new dreams. That I’ll be faithful and supportive and love you senseless, like no other girl could.

I can’t say that, so I look at your house. Your broken, lifeless house. And I finally understand that you don’t want to realize new dreams. You want to grow old here.

And I guess if that’s what you really, really want… Then I want that for you too.

Because when you love someone, you love what they love and want what they want.

Even when it’s not you.

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I will wait for you.

This sounds like a passive act, but I assure you it’s not. Waiting is an active choice. A promise you recommit everyday.

Waiting makes you brave.

Waiting means going to another wedding alone. It means an increasing frequency of awkward questions about why you’re still single. Waiting means spending some Friday nights at home because you declined dinner with Mr. Almost-But-Not-Quite-Right.

I will wait for you.

You and I will get lost in each other’s company. We’ll lie on our backs with interlocked fingers and watch cloud shapes all afternoon. We’ll cuddle up on the couch with warm blankets and tea and listen to the rain. You and I will climb mountains together.

You will never doubt my affection or intentions. I will wrap my arms around you and tell you I’m crazy about you every day. You will disappoint me at times, as I will surely disappoint you, but I already forgive you darling. We’ll fight and say the wrong things, but it will only bring us closer.

I will wait for you.

We’ll go to sleep at night and I’ll whisper, “I had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you today.” I’ll fall asleep the same way I’ll wake every morning… To the sound of your heartbeat  pounding in my ear.

We’ll leave spaces in our relationship. Spaces to grow and experience things separately. Spaces that will enhance our connection because we’ll constantly encourage and inspire each other. And even when we’re apart, your beauty and love will chase after me.

I won’t settle for less and I hope you won’t either.

I will wait for you. Because you are worth waiting for.

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Fly Free, Baby

Sometimes you get a glimpse of the life you thought you needed but didn’t get, and you thank God you never got it.

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The Grey Stuff

Truth. Where’s the truth?

Mine got lost sometime in early spring. Between smiles and emotions and secrets. When the lines between reality and fantasy blurred into some unfamiliar shade of grey.

I would never do that. I’m not the kind of girl who would do something like that.

But, I did.

And it was easy.

I loved you. You were my sweet, delicious fruit from the garden of Eden and I barely hesitated before taking that first bite. You know the ending to that story, right?

Sin is slippery. It leads you in endless circles, disguised as something different each time around. It enchants you until you no longer recognize the light within you. Everything feels heavy and dark.

I don’t know what kind of girl I am anymore.

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So Comes Love

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go

so comes love

— e.e. cummings

photo credit to equilibrium_soul

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Nothing left to say. Nothing to salvage.

I’m crushed about what happened, but not all the time. Only when I allow myself to think about it.

You asked me what I want from you and I couldn’t respond.

I want what I’ve always wanted. I want from you what I want from so many people in my life.


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