Tribute

I had planned to write this Tuesday, but I feel a tug to post this. I have contemplated writing this for months, and the one thing that has me sharing this is that this advice is too important. One of the greatest humans passed unexpectedly, but his words haven't. I'd go to church Sundays looking forward to what wisdom he would impart to me. Allen never forgot to hug me, ask me how I was, and tell me how beautiful I was. He never forgot to tell me I was exactly how God thought I should be.   He saw my heart. He sought to know me, the real me. He gave me comfort, yet encouraged me to embrace the flaws. He gave me courage to follow my heart, and not the crowd. He and I didn't agree on everything, but I never felt demonized for it. He was one of the few who encouraged me to keep writing as long as I loved it, and it glorified Jesus.   When I pondered questions I couldn't answer, Allen told me something I'll never forget. He said "Jesus was an intinerant beggar, and not fully ever loved or appreciated."  "If He was fine with that.  He didn't have to finish that sentence. Five years. I'm in awe. If I can still love it, and glorify Jesus, I'll do this. My net worth is not determined by dollar bills or human approval. Jesus, in all, let Your love be glorified.