It's being delivered tomorrow afternoon in the natural way.
(In person.)
I don't know what color it will be.
Or what shape.
I don't know if it will fit well or loosely.
I don't even know if it will be soft and comfortable or stiff and prickly. A cape? Pajamas? Running clothes? Armor? A new pair of bare feet and a sun dress?
I have no idea what it will be like.
All I know is the life that I've been wearing for quite some time now, has changed a lot.
Almost too much.
And by tomorrow afternoon it will have changed enough that it won't be what it was.
It'll be a something new.
Freshly delivered, unexplored, and minimally understood.
It's terribly exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time. You know?
Because we can't go on having the same exact life all the time. The lives we have change every day until they've changed so much, they've changed out of what they are and become what they have (and will) become.
It's a butterfly process amongst a butterfly effect of continuous touching motion spinning us onwards to that great place of 'more than what we have been'.
It's beautiful amongst the fearful. And that's a lot of Full so one will have to beat out the other eventually.
In the meantime both are quarreling inside me in my overgrown life.
Nakies, I hope for all of you with your new life deliveries and indefinitely changing Now's,
that you can don your lives, and own them.
Whatever shape or color they may be.
Know that you and God are the ultimate tailors for the lives you wear.
So clothe yourselves.
Snip, sew, and pray often.
and strut what the good Lord gives you.
Because that will always be beautiful.
