some people have such beautiful minds it makes me cry.
the way they see the world, the way they see Jesus, is astonishingly complex and dazzlingly clear at once. it’s breathtaking.
i wrote a poem about some of them, but it doesn’t do them justice.
they’re so alive it hurts.
what makes this more poignant, in my eyes, is that they don’t enjoy that safe, generic place called “normal.” other people don’t understand the way those beautiful minds work.
maybe there is no way anyone outside of the Person who created their minds could understand.
maybe that’s why He gives them a greater glimpse of Himself.