the start of something new.
i am a well-watered garden, tended by my Soul's Great Friend
this tending and pruning and cutting and tilling and flooding has been neither
furious or gentle
it has been pain
pulling
deep uprooting
re-naming
discarding
"God expanding, widening, deepening my inner spaces.
Is that why joy hurts?
God stretching us open to receive more of Himself?
Wells form from splitting open earth.
There's no seeing God without first the tear." - A.V.
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