Work in Progress
Growth.
I cannot stop it from happening. I don’t want it to stop. I love it.
In fact, throughout this past school year I have grown incredibly. It wasn’t necessarily sought after, but change sought after me. There were many areas in my life that were broken, shaken, and closed-off. I placed all my emotions into the depths of my heart and locked them there. I thought that the deeper I could dig a hole to place my emotions in, the better life would be. I could just pretend to forget about my worries, forget about my pain. I didn’t want to deal with it. I wanted to move on with my life.
Yet the Father had bigger plans.
He wanted my heart. He wanted me.
Last August God spoke to me through a mentor. He had been knocking at the door of my heart, waiting for me to let Him in. He wanted to heal me; He wanted to restore me. But I didn’t know how to let Him. I struggled with the release. I had to search the parts of me that I hid so well and place them in the Father’s hands. It didn’t happen in one moment, one day, nor one week. It took time. It took work. It took patience. But it has been one of the greatest journeys I have been on. It didn’t feel good in the moment, but the growth cancels out the pain. Seeing the work the Father has done in me is extraordinary.
I am still a work in progress, but I’m better. I’m being made whole.
