transitions.

Last week I was going through my bookcase--organizing, donating, dusting. I came across a piece of paper with a quote on it that was given to me by a woman that I love and miss very much.

It says this:

"A woman is not born a woman. Nor does she become one when she marries a man, bears a child and does their dirty linen, not even when she joins a women's liberation movement. She becomes a woman when she becomes what God wants her to be."

-Learning to be a Woman by Kenneth and Flay Smith

Amen, sister.

Almost immediately after I got home, I started to deep clean my room. I had to make space for the stuff that I was bringing back from Seattle, but in the process, I was donating and throwing away so many things that I no longer wanted. It's funny how at one point something that was so important to me now means nothing.

I came across so many journals from my middle school and high school years, and it was shocking to see that I'm still praying for the things I prayed for years ago. Years later I'm somehow still captivated by this whole redemption thing--confident that she is worth the wait. It seemed fitting for me to start this time of transition by picking through my story--with Superchick and Jon Foreman playing in the background.

I'm heading home
Yeah, but I'm not so sure
That home is a place
You can still get to by train

-Southbound Train by Jon Foreman

I love and hate that Seattle gave me what I needed--even if that was far from what I wanted.

Oh, what a story.

And there she goes--Confident--

Breeze through her hair--Free--

Knowing in her depth and by every breath,

That It hasn't been easy--but It has been Good--

Damn Good.