Every day is day one

Take on a new identity, another identify

Leaving the old behind and embracing the new

Like the caterpillar has to break out of its cocoon before it can blossom as the butterfly, I'm sure, that couldn't have been an easy fete, breaking out of its shell, the thing that restricted it

What is God telling me, what is God teaching me

He's saying my son, you need to draw closer, your ear glued as it were to my mouth

Waiting and listening for instruction

Every day is day one


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