Resilience
I'm not sure why the inspiration to write often comes when I should be asleep, but when it hits, I usually give in to it and write. These moments of clarity aren't dependable, so I try to take advantage of them. Unfortunately, my spark of inspiration has been flickering low recently, almost extinguished in a deluge of confusion, painful realizations and sudden losses. But as this post's title suggests, I am still here and incidentally, stronger than ever. The tree grows strongest on the side the wind blows the hardest. So thank you, life. Thank you, wind. You tried to uproot me, but instead my roots grew deeper into the ground of Truth and sucked up the nourishing love of God. I may start another blog to tell the story. It almost seems necessary, since the girl I was when I wrote most of these posts on this blog has morphed into an entirely new creature. The butterfly finally emerged, once God removed everything that would have eased its necessary fight to break fre...