it's a funny thing, this concept of growth.
honestly, it's not what i expected it would be, or what it would feel like.
it's so much scarier than i ever imagined.
if you've been following me at this blog for any length of time, you will have noticed that i have made a lot of changes in my writing style. the way i express myself has truly molded into truth as time has passed.
in the beginning, i was never real. i never shared my
i never talked about the hard things.
i wrote what i was sure people wanted to hear.
what was the popular way to feel? what was the right way to write? what was okay to share? where was the imaginary line in the sand that i dared not cross?
i have only recently begun to let go of my own intense perfectionism.
this includes writing with much more abandon, less drafting and more living. and honestly, it means letting go of capitalization sometimes and just letting things flow.
i'm still learning how to let go, how to let the Gardener prune me into His most beautiful creation. growth is a funny thing.
sometimes, it really hurts. and oh, it's terrifying.
i have the occasional minor moments of panic after posting something that isn't a ray of sunshine or a post regarding the beauty of daisy petals.
pray for me.
because more than anything, i want to be changed.
i want to be clay on His wheel.
i want to become a new thing.
a fresh thing. a clean thing.
a real thing.
Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. ~Isaiah 43:19
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Soli Deo Gloria