Faith Seen

I just saw an image of myself, not far in the future. In this image I was fit and had gained new skills, and was happy in expectation for a tumultuous timeline coming to a close. It is hard not to consider my current self an afterimage in light of what I have seen, but at the same time such insecurities fade as if of their own accord as I consider what I have accomplished despite what has felt like crawling through mud for so long. I feel this image pulling me, I feel myself dissociated from here to there in the best possible way, a way that resonates me to the image, a new angle by which I can show up in full form just in time, provided just in time. It feels like many of the partial steps have been set aside, and this is like pulling out all the stops. It feels like the crystallization of faith- reassurance and an aim all at once, but one where I am rearranged in the now so that the driver drives, the dancer dances, the writer writes, and the worker is worth the price. While my rougher edges remain in this image, they have been turned and carefully choreographed such that they augment the piece that is me, and have ceased acting as static blocking my path to the me that I see. Dogged persistence, focusing on aligning my heart with God while disregarding every easy temporary solution, seems to be solidifying into a tangible form that just became visible up ahead.
*stompstompstomp*

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