Some days I feel like the thread attached to someone else’s needle.
I’m a light-weight thread that periodically slips through the eye.
God’s hand keeps redirecting me back through the center.
My work is not done.
I can’t see what he’s making. I’m not quite sure why I keep blindly following.
I feel compelled, and there is something inside of me that is spurring me on.
I’m deeply embedded now. At times I wish I could unravel. However, it is too late.
The only way out is forward.
The past two days I’ve had some haunting dreams, and I awake knowing I must take action to move myself out of danger’s way.
The panic has been replaced with resignation – an acceptance of what I must do.
I’ve seen signs several times indicating that I do make it out. I’m not sure if this is true or merely false encouragement.
All I know is that I must hold tightly to my intuition, and keep blocking the signals meant to distract and mislead me.
And, by the way, my sanity is fine. These intermissions come and go.
movingforwardslowly 