I find myself wrestling to accurately describe the rebirth taking place inside me, partially because these changes are unpredictable in how they works themselves out.
Sometimes, this renovation produces a violent internal reaction, coming out a projectile of sickness on myself and those around me. Yes, it feels better to get it out. But it still leaves a mess that must be cleaned up. Please forgive…
On other days, the process seems more like sacred incense – fragrantly twirling through the air – delightful aroma to all who walk into the room. (I prefer this result)
I CAN tell you that this work, like God’s Spirit that provokes it, is indeed mysterious. Perhaps, ultimately, this is why it is so difficult to describe. My small words fail to capture the depth of Divine at work. My limitations to articulate rightfully betray my finiteness.
Some days I see the light at the end of the tunnel. There is hope, future, promise. On other days, there is only now – full of joy, pain, tears, and laughter. Such is this journey.