That I Take me

Where I go on Sundays
Doesn’t matter

What matters is

That I take me

The real me

The me with honest opinions

That others might not like

The me with wisdom

That comes from experience

The me that owns her beliefs

Even if people judge

The me that can say

I don’t have an answer for that right now
 
The me that says
The Bible is not that simple
No apologies

The me that is un-crushable

Confident in my confusion
Nothing can touch that me

The me that doesn’t assume

Others are more right
Because they are not confused

The me that knows

How much she doesn’t know
But knows plenty
About what matters

The me that can’t even tell you

The books of the Bible
In order
Because I refused
To learn the
Sunday school song
That would have taught me
How to impress the world
With my ability to find Haggai
So quickly

Even then

I didn’t like
Things that made you look holy
Rather than be holy

The me that is never going to read
Through the whole Bible

On a one year reading plan
Or any plan
Because I don’t think
That sounds fun
Or would help me
Understand more

The me that has no interest

In unraveling all of the Bible’s mysteries
Because the minute there is no mystery
Something is wrong

The me that is

Authentic
Unknowing
And Ok with that

This is the me

I’m sticking with
 
This is why
What people think of
My faith or my journey
Doesn’t matter

This is why

Where I go on Sundays
Doesn’t matter

What matters is

That I take me