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Next Stop: Construction Zone

To fall flat on your face is to release who you use to be.
To get back up is to become who you are. - HyQuality

Between Romans 8: 28 and Galatians 6: 7 I have been building my understanding of everything that has happened. The people that have left. The relationships that have failed. The words I wish I had kept to myself. I have released the claims they had on my identity, demoting them to tools in the Potter's hands. He has kept me because I asked and yield. The blessing is not in a thing. But in the language attached to my name. Either He will reign forever or it will rain forever but I will not put my faith in both. I thank God for the place I am in. The breaking means more room for Him. A part of rebuilding is realizing that I lacked nothing from the beginning. Greater is He that is in me and in Him is all I need. This is not to starting over. This is to making better.

Construction Zones

There are two things the calm signifies. One is the peace of a new morning the other is the impartation of strength you don't know you need. I've learned that the key to maintaining the peace is having faith that it will come. Hindsight is always 20/20. When you look back everything is picture perfect.
So clear you can see it before you see it. In that moment I wonder what happened to the signs. The flashing lights. The orange cones. How did I miss my exit. Off key moving closer to my dreams. On point worried about the edge. Sometimes it's hard to believe.

Regret. Cause I'd say anything to make you believe that wasn't me who said yes. I wasn't in my right mind. I just needed somebody. He was available I was there and the rest I refuse to remember. See what had happened was sounds so much better than honestly I just fell in love. There was never a we. I was to busy chasing you to notice me. But me was so dedicated to us even though I was all alone. Fabrication always soothes before it burns. But I'm not a victim.

Resentment. My failure to avoid pain caused by your decision. Re send me not. The promise that you won't go back where you came from. Regret lived on levels established by pain birth through betrayal. Confidence reduced to a simple wish. An if than statement that with never come true. Re send it. Back to the beginning so I can fast forward to the joy that's coming. He left. Thank God he left.

Forgive me. For what?? Everything. Father they know not what they have done. If the truth chooses to testify against me I know a judge who has already declared me free. I take no thought of the life that is before me but of the work that is in me. Walking, my confidence is in my stride not my speed. I take long steps with deep breathes to take all of Him in. Exhale. Demolition doesn't always mean destroyed. Just added space. Forward. My future needs me and this time I won't disappoint.

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