I am having one of those days...the one that comes with deep cleansing and reflection. I've been low-keying sugar the last few days after realizing how some processed sugar had crept into my life and my body. So, today, the fourth day of detoxing the equivalent (chemical-brain-wise) of heroin, I've hit a slight low. The kind where every thought is contradicted within, held, then released, then grabbed back to breast as if I am not sure if I can release it into the world, only I am convinced that this is just part of the 'ever peeling' self, regeneration.

So in times like these, I call on my poet, and try to take comfort in the re-creation of myself (although I am still a terrified little girl inside) with words that will sob with me at the release of control over 'what I will be when I grow up.'

And though my words come and go to the sky, Paul's are etched on my heart for eternity...


"Now I’m sure of this: the pain and suffering we endure now is not even worth comparing to the glory that is coming and will be revealed in us. For all of creation is waiting, yearning for the time when the children of God will be revealed. You see, all of creation has collapsed into emptiness, not by its own choosing, but by God’s. Still He placed within it a deep and abiding hope that creation would one day be liberated from its slavery to corruption and experience the glorious freedom of the children of God. Everything created by God, including every bird, every beast, and every plant, is moaning in unison with birthing pains up until now. And there is more; it’s not just creation—all of us are moaning together too. Though we have already tasted the firstfruits of the Spirit, we are longing for the total redemption of our bodies that comes when our adoption as children of God is complete—for we have been saved in this hope and for this future. Do we hope for something we hold in our hands? No, we hope for things we have never seen. If we hope for things we have never seen, then we hope with true perseverance and eager anticipation." Romans 8:18-25, The Voice



In His might I entrust my precious hope.