R is entering years when culture begins to press upon her it’s shape and form. shouting who she should be, whispering same as rest is best fit. it is tugging at her to leapfrog ahead of her age and invite attention with revealing more. that who she is really should look like….
but she is becoming bold in staying her course. comfortable with the uphill of not letting herself be carried along with current’s fitting in.
but there is cost.
friends drift past her…preferring to belong.
the working out of waiting that leaves sore in the midst of building strength.
feel of last one chosen for team though closed doors protect her with god’s purpose.
sometimes her stance comes with joy. she is lifted and carried over in obvious safety. and she sees truth’s unveiling of why.
sometimes trust holds but tears slip out. she hands god her weakness on heart and unicorn doodled pages. slides next to me for arms around and reminders of the worth of holding to path’s narrow and god’s faithfulness surrounding.
these things i have spoken to you, so that in me you may have peace. in the world you have tribulation, but take courage; i have overcome the world.
john 16.33 (NASB)