My hands are ready for me to be the woman I am yet to be. In fact, they ache and shake with impatience and the need to make me something beautiful. My hands have dreams of their own, dreams of making me as a whole something terribly amazing.

I am close to tears at my creativity. I am proud of the woman I’m becoming, and I am proud of the work left to do to get there.

“God is within her, she will not fall.” Psalm 46.5


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