pour me a tall glass.

i have this treasure chest. it is filled to the brim. with dreams. with stars. with laughter. with memories. with moonlight. with love. some days i like to go deep into my closet and unlock it. to have it completely overwhelm my senses. to where all i can do is plunge my hands into it. washing my being and drinking it up until my heart and soul are fully satisfied.

there are times when i take this treasure into my hands and put it on. each ingredient forms and fits exactly as it should. it shows me off completely. it looks best, though, when i dance. outfitted in glory like that always looks best in movement. in dance. so that's what i do. i twirl around all alone in my room. no one can see it, but that's ok. i'm shining in that moment, and i know it. it's all for me and God, alone, to see it.

one of my favorite things to do with this treasure is grab a handful and paint. feel it all within me again, working through my hands. i've never seen anything so beautiful. artwork like that just dazzles--no matter what.

but you know what makes the contents of that treasure chest so special and so wonderful? it's a secret ingredient. not many know it actually creates true beauty. there's something lethal about mascara stained tears. what they can do with some one's life--my life--is something absolutely amazing. i think only God understands how it works. but my treasure wouldn't be anything without those tears. depth lies within that chest. no matter how many times i go back to take a handful, it will never run dry because of the tears. anger. hurt. pain. heartbreak. they all build a person. you just have to know what to mix it with. if my life left out the mascara and tears, i would be two dimensional. that treasure chest would be a trash bin instead. forgetful things to be replaced with more forgetful things. who would really care?

it isn't though. it is three dimensional. with a lot to explore and to save. to treasure. i love that. i love that God gave me that.