Through processes of struggle and change, I have found myself unrecognizable, having to get reacquainted with who I am now in this season, in this new skin, within my whole story. I have found myself in the process of both discovering my True self and also collaborating and improvising within community and alongside God, incorporating who I was with who I’m becoming as I live and create a new story.

I long to be there, to be done, to be moving on to the next thing. Waiting can feel like wasting time. Waiting can feel like an exercise in futility. Waiting often involves staring into the face of the unknown, hoping for something that has not yet been realized.

Take me to the water Learn to breathe again Let go the right marks, Lean in To grace and healing

Return In practice and in patience Whether dry bones or weary dust Return to the Home in which you were created