I look at my reflection in the mirror and trace the lines of my face.
They don't seem that familiar anymore.
This girl in the mirror, she's hard to recognize...eyes freer, heart lighter, faith stronger.
Yes, those things, they're true. The past two months have shaken me to my very core, turning my world upside down. Pushing me, changing me, refining me.
And I'm different. Not quite what I was, not quite who I will be.
Stuck in the middle and feeling awkward, I feel the birth pangs of a new season that's coming, one that I'm aching for.
And I panic for a moment because I don't like this feeling, not quite knowing where I'm at. I want a plan, a map, a yellow brick road.
I want control.
And yet I relent, because I know He sees farther than I could.
So I sit in this transition, this unfamiliar ground that feels so foreign, hands off the reigns and cruising in the passenger seat.
And you know what?
I think I'm starting to like it.