Becoming

yellowish green acorns

surround my sneakers

with their smooth ridges

and checkered caps

strewn about by the new autumn breeze

holding promise of a bigger life

and better things.

I find a perfect one and

slip it into my pocket

turning it over in my fingers

my mind turns too,

thinking about You

and of this place

You have brought me to;

this space I am in,

this bend in the road

this space where it feels

the growing is slow,

and hard,

and painful at times,

and I think of the days

I’d rather hide

than face the truth that

I have to let go

to find what’s new

it’s in the shedding

and hiding

and dying in the dark, wet dirt

that things take root

and are birthed.

and then comes the stretching

and reaching

up towards the sky

where roots dig deep

and branches reach high

You tell me it’s ok,

to be

in …the… middle,

the place of not yet

and still to come.

You honor the work

and all that we’ve done

You invite me to

celebrate

And sing over me,

For in the becoming

I am being set free.

Isaiah 61:3

“They will be called oaks of righteousness,

a planting of the Lord

for the display of his splendor.”

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