I've heard it said and, much like my 'favorites' list on my ipod, have had it on repeat in my mind, "God offers His hand to us so many times to step down from off our wild horse and if we don't take it He will allow for us to be thrown from it to save us from the inevitable were we to stay on."
I have been thrown from my horse and what's more, the horse has trampled me but I am still alive, breathing and I am wide awake.
So I find myself at the beginning of turning into a different being. I am on the verge. I am in a cocoon and it's tight and painful and uncomfortable and unbelievably terrifying, as often times butterflies do not even receive their chance to emerge. Yet I feel God's hand on the small of my back, gently tugging the wings inside of me, His whispers tell me "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here". So there is this peace amidst it all and the honest truth is that I couldn't be more excited to become the butterfly that emerges, to see myself turned inside out, far from the cocoon and even further from the horse that threw me.
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