Recreation

Once paralyzed, hindered, and suffocated by FEAR, that fear now propels me. Propels me to places I’d never thought I ever see. Propels me to love in ways that I’d thought I’d never love. And to forgive wholeheartedly and without condition

Disappointment and shame once confined me to a life in the shadows. They are now the forces that drive me to step from behind the curtain and give way to the sun, which now illuminates where there once was only darkness. Pain has turned into passion, anger into ambition, fear into fuel, uncertainty into uncountable belief, resentment into resilience, and tragedies have been transformed into triumphs.

I. HAVE. BEEN. RECREATED…

What once was perceived as the shattered pieces of me have been reconstructed into the beautiful mosaic pieces of me. They are no longer what I so desperately try to run from, but rather what I use as body armor to fight with, to thrive with. What was meant to destroy me only recreated me.

Gone are the days of suffering in silence, hiding behind a mask and hiding from myself; by going into myself. In this recreation, I laugh at fear, smirk at confusion, trample over doubt, and stare in the face of adversity with my head held high.

Shedding the layers that once served as a cocoon, I have emerged fully metamorphosized, shapeshifted into something new, something beautiful, something majestic.

I Have Been…

Reborn, out of the ashes of failure, guilt, self-sabotage and hatred that for all too long consumed me.

Empowered to know that if I can dream it, I can achieve it. Reality is my bitch, and I own her!

Cultivated in my creativity; Knowing that I have been entrusted with gifts bestowed upon me from the most high; Not to be wasted or squandered away.

Radically accepting me. No longer willing to bend, conform or hide the beauty of being an unpredictable paradox. For she is me, and I am she.

Embracing the path and purpose specifically handcrafted and designed for me. I WAS CREATED FOR THIS… And what GOD has for me IS FOR ME.

Awakened by the powerful spirit within me, no longer shrinking or ducking and dodging, but rather shining my light ever so brightly

Trusting myself and my GOD. Undoubtedly, knowing that I lack nothing and that all that I will ever need is already inside me. For PSALM 23:1 says, the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. I AM COMPLETE!

Endowed with the obligation to serve as a walking, talking testimony of how my mourning has turned into joy, my raging storms now calmed, and my own personal Goliaths destroyed.

Destined for greatness, as I know that I am a perfectly divine representative of GOD and anything that is of GOD is already perfect.

THIS IS MY RECREATION…

Staring at the reflection of this new creation, I no longer recognize the person looking back at me. Instead, I am in awe of this transfiguration, Marveled by the beauty that stares back at me, Captivated by what has been lying dormant for all this time.

She is radiant. Her incandescent glow almost blinding. She is breathtaking. She is more than I ever dreamed or imagined. And, SHE IS ME…

Reaching out with gentle hands, I yearn to touch her. To see if she is real. A lowly tear drops as I am entangled in what I witness before me. Past scars and bruises are now artistry, emulating strength, and courage. It is like staring at a rare and treasured abstract, exquisite and priceless.

Never breaking eye contact with this regal, perfectly flawed creature, in the corner of my eye, I see the glimmer of the crown that I was once robbed of. And in its glimmer, I see hope, I see my future, I see GOD. Without fear or doubt, my crown is boldly returned to where it belongs, to its rightful home, on the head of a queen restored.