Planted Seed, Shedding Skin.
Have you ever grieved yourself before? I think I went through that phase a few years ago. You know how taylor once wrote about herself that ‘the old her couldn’t come to the phone right now because she’s dead?’ I kindov share her sentiment. I think of who I used to be and I don’t recognize her. I don’t even know the babe who wrote unboxed anymore. Seriously I read about her and it feels like I’m reading about someone else. I feel no connection to those stories or their pains anymore. I‘ve had somewhat of a ‘resurrection’ after being in what can only be likened to some state of hibernation recently. It Felt like I woke up from a long dream and everything in the world was exactly the same and brand new at the same time. It might sound a bit strange but I don’t know or feel attached to that old me anymore. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve been her. Pretending is no use since I’ve honestly known this for a while now but have only recently accepted that she’s gone forever.
Scripture’s Verdict.
“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
galatians 2:20
The Wrap-up.
- GOD alone would be able to tell how it is that I look different, I see different, I talk and sound different, I understand different, I believe different, I think and feel different, i move different, heck I even love different because I AM different. Point being, you can’t worship something you can’t remember MUCH LESS SOMETHING THAT IS DEAD.
- I think I’ve forgotten her because she is now understood. I’m loving that I no longer feel any need to be understood by people. It’s nice when they do but it’s ok if they don’t.
- As long as I follow GOD, I’ll let Him worry about handling my reputation.
Now that all that’s been said out loud, I’m glad it’s finally time to embrace being different.
