What does it look like to be all the things you’ve wished to be? You’ve dreamed of becoming? You’ve imagined accomplishing?
Where are you in it?
Are you happy?
Was it what you thought it would look like?
Have you become what you anticipated becoming?
Do you like her?
You, yourself.
Your reflection in the mirror you see starring back at you?
Or does it feel like a stranger?
A person you’ve seen many times at the coffee shop but never stopped to grab their name?
Familiar, but no recollection of who they are.
A flame once burning so bright, so encouraged, inspired; blown out by a single gust of wind.
Dust settling into the ground, weighed down by the single droplets of rain.
The unthreading of a rope that held for far too long.
Who is she? Where has she gone?
What you don’t understand is you are still her, deep down.
The same storm that took her out is the same ingredients needed to ignite her once again.
Fire needs oxygen and friction.
When the wind starts blowing, lean in, and breathe.
Dust is meant to settle, so when the rain comes, enjoy your moment of rest, but be prepared to get back up again.
When the rope begins to unthread, climb faster and harder than you ever have before.
Bringing all your tools with you to repair on the way up.
Do you see her?
The girl who fought to be all you wished of becoming, imagined of accomplishing.
She was never meant to die at the top.
No. The top was just the beginning.
Because beyond the top is a journey so much further, and more powerful, than you could ever imagine.
But the top requires a fire that can reignite, dust that knows when to settle and when to stir up, and a tight knotted rope that you know when to grab on, and trust it won’t break.
Close your eyes, breathe in the fresh air, do you smell it?
A storm is coming; what they don’t know is with God you’re the bigger storm.