Such a beautiful post. I’m so thankful for this woman of God who writes words of vulnerability and power, dripping with the presence of the Spirit.
Beginnings are hard. Especially the beginning of beginnings.
First, there’s the fear that accompanies one door closing.
I’m standing in a dark hallway that stretches farther on either side than my eyes could see. I’m staring at a door; most of my being longs to be inside that room, through that door once more. Sure, my mind knows that with one door closing, another should be opening, but excitement for possibility is not the dominant emotion raging inside me. Instead, fear and remorse are in control, rumbling around in my tummy and deceiving my heart, telling it that something is wrong. This door shouldn’t close. I was so happy inside that door.
It was a good door, why would it close? It’s not fair. I’m not ready.
My arms lurch forward and my fingers grasp the edge of the door, trying to stop this process. It doesn’t slow down…
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