When you’re small, old, and fragile but surrounded by big, new, and sturdy, it’s easy to feel forgotten and unworthy.
But can you believe your bold, wooden door, and the hand-chiseled designs in your arches? Even the wrinkles in your brow and chips in the gold paint make you stand out from within your little cubby. You are lovely. You are a piece of history, perhaps small, perhaps ‘old’ among an ever expanding universe, perhaps fragile, but only because of the strength it took to withstand the years and all the change that comes with time.
I cherish your cracks and I choose memorial and appreciation. You are not forsaken.
The House I Built
Write Then & There 