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This womb is empty
longing to stretch, to birth.
“Lonely womb, I did not know.
You cried in the desert and in this land full of
green, rolling hills and destiny that I didn’t know
could be held in small hands searching for release.”
I am barren, but full of life.
“Hush, now, little one.
The time has not yet come
but I feel you in the dark, whispering
of possibility.”
And I know.
“The tears you cried have sown,
have been drunk by parched earth
waiting to fulfill its destiny.”
Like me.
We will be,
we will accomplish all that we were made for.
Yes. But not yet.
Not quite.
Soon.

Right now I feel that I am in the middle of a crisis, but finding words to explain this, is not easy. There’s nothing outwardly wrong. And yet I feel… lost. I ache.

Is it a spiritual thing? Some sort of attack? Or something else?

I think yes. I think there is a lot going on. A lot of different factors.

I am exactly where I belong, my destiny is close. I am living for God and delving into my dreams and calling and yet… I feel empty and I feel, a crisis.

I could really use your prayers.