“I want to unfold. Let nothing in me hold itself closed. For where I am closed, I am false. I want to be clear in your sight.” – Rilke
with His breath in my lungs, I am coming undone.
this is where I need to unfold: in the deepest parts of me. in my heart + soul + spirit. in my mind and strength and lungs. in all the doors I slam shut and bar closed.
in all of me. in the painful. in the ugly. in the bruised. in the ashamed. in the prideful. in the sinful.
this is where I want to unfold – to open up – to reveal. to be revealed.
to let His breath down deep into my lungs. filling up my limbs. flinging doors wide. unmaking, remaking.
Abba, I will unfold the ugly to Your redeeming grace. and trust that in its place you will cause beauty to unfold, blossoming in those dark-deep parts of me.
flowers from dust.
in my heart + soul + spirit.
in my sinful. shameful. prideful.
(can this be? ashes to beauty? this, what a miracle.)
and I will be clear in Your sight.
His breath. my lungs. oh, I am coming undone.