Metamorphosis
Change is often difficult, even when anticipated and desired. It can be painful, leaving behind the familiar, the safe, in exchange for the unknown. Faith! Like a hungry caterpillar, I have devoured life, growing fat and ready. At times I have temporarily lost my appetite, shedding the old skin to expose the new, followed by an increased appetite for God and his creation. Something new is on the horizon. I am getting sluggish, finding my body inadequate, hindered by increasing limitations. My appetite for things once satisfying is fading. There is growing awareness of impending change, anticipation of something else, something beyond imagining. Since a child I have dreamt of flying, as if it was perfectly natural, awakening to find it just a dream. It is as if something once real was lost! Those dreams continue, more vividly than before. The itch to find a place to rest grows. I envision ...