Being molded

From something that is, to something that is yet to be.

Something that I’ve realized is that I feel everything. Physical, emotional, I am in tune with where / how my body, my heart, my spirit is changing. Every movement of my becoming.

To picture it as me on the potter’s wheel is to feel it each day and each day to face a choice to stay on that wheel. To just remain here, in the moment, every day, whatever may come. To not anesthetize the discomfort of the gradual changing. It is not a harsh, sudden, painful process, but it is a process and I must choose to remain a part of it.

Honestly, I have been feeling this slight but constant discomfort every day since I arrived. Just today I recognized what that feeling is – it is the feeling I had when I returned last fall from my two-week trip here. I knew God was up to something, bringing changes in me and my life path. Honestly, it was agony – the waiting, the watching to see what this metamorphosis would produce. Yeah, this week feels a little like that.

A new beginning and a new becoming. It’s good, I'm sure.

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