The Worth Of Knowing

You were the skin and bones 
of my theology
before I knew how to read the Word.
The strong hand I held 
when my own body felt vulnerable. 

You were the mouth
that laughed and uttered words of shame
that left me confused 
at how I could be wonderfully made
and still somehow not good enough. 

You were the arms
I found a safe place to breathe 
when I didn't know 
why the Word became flesh
or why I needed to 
exist either. 

You were the eyes  
that held my gaze 
until my body knew it was safe.  
And then I knew the Word 
not just as theology 
but as the One who  
dwells with my own flesh. 

Because of your skin and bones. 

“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us …”
‭‭John‬ ‭1:14‬ ‭ESV‬‬