Rain, puddles, and tears (Part 3)

Puddles are gifts from the rain. Rain is a gift from God. God's holy water blesses the earth so that new growth may not only emerge....but thrive. The downpour washes away the dirt and shame and cleanses thy soul made bare.

This is the final and perhaps most important post about myself turning thirty.

I know you're all probably thinking, "How many days does your birthday have, Dean!?" This is the last, I swear!

Part 1 dealt with weathering the storm....the disappointment and sadness....of my 30th birthday.

Part 2 gave me a chance to reflect on things to see where I've been and where I'm headed.

Part 3 is a chance to start my third decade of life off with good....no, great intentions. To ask God for guidance and clarity and strength.....

My grandmother's rosary

My hands were clasped so tightly the blood rushed from my fingertips. And with my grandmother's rosary around my neck I prayed for the same four things I always do:

For God to let me be great, let me do great things, let great things come into my life, let great people come into my life.

And I mean "great" in the truest sense of the word. Not, "Oh, what a great guy." I mean true greatness. To soar and transcend. Be extraordinary, renowned, remarkable, amazing. Truly great!

Let this be a time, as others here mentioned, for me to see what I can still do rather than what I haven't done. An opportunity to do things differently both as a person and an artist. To find those dreams and parts of myself I let die and give them a second chance at life.

And from all the times I've fallen let a new stalk emerge from the drenched, tear-covered earth. A stem strong from my resilience which will bloom into the most glorious of blooms!

"Let me be great, let me do great things, let great things come into my life, let great people come into my life."