Transformation
God please help me to hold the tension, and allow me to die to my emotions. I lie here wounded by experience. Lift up my soul with your love. I have no clear idea of where to go, of what to do. The wise say only: Do it with love. What happened to the old me? I used to know myself. I knew what I was all about. Now I keep my despair hidden, except in this sacred notebook. Was it under the crepe myrtle tree when I first asked God to lead me, that my transformation began? Alas, I must let go of knowing! The time has come to leave the darkness, so I may live in the light.
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