Yesterday, while relaxing with a cup of coffee, I read through many of my past journal entries. I would like to share this one with you, entered on September 8, 1998.
If only I had a shell to retreat into
Where no one could hurt me
And life would be safe and secure.
Or maybe a web, so I could trap
And contain all of the worldly things
That are dark and menacing.
Ah…but now I wonder…
Maybe God has allowed us to be placed in this hurtful world
To serve as our cocoon.
The world forces us to change and grow (which is a painful process) until one day (the day He has planned) we will emerge beautiful and victorious…flying to the freedom of His perfect love.