Can it be,
that when circumstances change
so does your body?
From the synapses of thought connections
to fibrousy muscle tissue,
there’s a settling.
A re-aligning of Jenga like sections,
shifting into place.
A releasing of breath
that you didn’t know had been held,
for a decade and a half.
Can you hold your breath that long?
Was it a lack of trust that caused the binding
or did the intensity of the grip prove the trust.
Or both.
Can you look back
and realize that His promises are true
and that He’s had this all along.
Is there wonder stirring
under the weightedness
that you didn’t know bogged you down.
Was the weight that you knew was there
so connected to the deep, yearning desire for this,
yet you didn’t realize the depths of the burden you carried,
until it started to lift.
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