carbonated joy

I’ve heard a lot of talk about greatness lately.
We need to make things great.
I’ve seen men beat their chests and brag about how great they are.
It is really starting to grate on me.
I know the truth about me, and I suspect you…
I’m more predisposed to goofy than great.
I can’t generate great.
I’ve tried and failed.
All that resembles great in me is pure gift.
I tried to go from good to great.
By myself, I didn’t have what it takes.
At best I’m mostly decent.
I have to go from good to grace.
Great is a reflection of the Creator of all that is good and great.
All great is gift.
It’s on loan, it’s Dad throwing us the car keys and saying take it for a spin!
And we excitedly shout “that’s GREAT!!”
Because it is.
All great is gift.
I have no reason to beat my chest.
The only proper reaction is to raise my hands in thanks.
I need to go from good to grateful.
Let’s make America grateful again.