Under Construction

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Spring is here; it sprung a while ago, and yet, on this day, on Easter, a day that marks resurrection, renaissance, rebirth, renewal, all that is beautiful about process--natural, man-made, or otherwise--I am reminded that I am Under Construction--we are all works in progress. And once we have a complete product, life may no longer be worth living!

I was reminded this morning that from captivity stems opportunities for deliverance--so in those situations where we feel shackled against our will, the key to the cuffs are inconveniently being hidden somewhere in the dungeon. People will have their expectations and their own versions of what your life should look like, and somehow, none of those scripts manifest as the film, starring you. Because human nature predisposes us to rejecting change, others are inclined to question or challenge who you have become, particularly when whom or what you have become is a confronting truth that reveals their own lack of growth and stagnation. Negativity breeds in spaces where people want you to be the same person you were when the foundation was being laid down, a weaker, smaller, less confident version of yourself, yet the beauty of being "under construction" is that you get to become bigger, better, magnanimous versions of the once fledgling structure.

This reminder is enough for me to keep pressing on, for I am continually under construction, until I am not, and those willingly accompanying me on this journey will undoubtedly be present when the scaffolding on the edifice comes down.