Having it all.

Tolerance is a word you keep hearing.  Anti-bullying rants abound.  But what is it that is really desired here?  What is it that is lacking?  When I was younger I had a best friend that I did everything with.  Every waking moment available we spent together.  As a form of punishment our parents would ground us from each other.  I remember the un-conditionality of that relationship.  Sure, we had common interests and many times we were ying and yang.  We would get sick of each other and leave for like an hour or two, but it always came back to us.  They were blissful times in my childhood.  Are we still friends? You bet!  But I can’t tell you how long its been since we’ve spoken.  Almost a year I would guess. But that is not where I am going with this.  The point is, there was a universal acceptance of each other.  We were ourselves and accepted and blissful in that honesty.  As I have gotten older and now I feel, encroaching middle age, there is one truth that I can be assured of and that is we all want to be accepted.  Not by a group or a club, but by someone and anyone, just for who we are.  Blissfully and honestly for who we are.   But it seems the more you accept yourself the more aware you are of how un-accepting people are of you.  The people on the streets, the rest of the world whom you do not know does not matter, but its the people who are closest to you that are the ones that do.  It is a difficult place to be un-accepted, in all the ways that matter by those closest to you, the people who should be most accepting.  I am resting in the grace that God has so artfully made me, just to be me.  He created every fiber of my being and has shaped me through my experiences and mistakes and freely, blissfully and honestly accepts me for me.  For I am a daughter of the King and I am accepted and I am loved.  Is that not what we all really want?