How much undoing do we have left, God?
It seems like we have undone a lot, and I am itching to do something.
But there is always more. Another layer that needs to go.
My expectations for myself. You would like those?
These are hard to release.
The disappointment I feel because these expectations of mine don’t match the reality of who I am. You would like that also?
You aren’t disappointed, are you?
Teach me new dreams–dreams that lay dormant because I never knew what possibilities lay hidden in the depths of who you made me to be.
I have your permission to be who I am–to discover the deep down me and her role in this world?
This is such a slow, hard process.
But you aren’t embarrassed, are you?
I get the feeling that we can stop anytime I say the word. But I would miss out on where you are leading this heart of mine.
I want to go where you lead.
I want to unravel as long as you are my undoing and my mending.