Pruning.
In the moment it all feels the same...
Exposing.
These last few days I have felt the aches and pains of such growth.
Branches being lopped off left and right...
LOTS of communication between me and Papa.
Many waterings of the soul.
Living in the midst of so many unknowns...
It's stretching for someone with my makeup.
As I press in deeper...
My struggle is not with receiving answers...
But... a deep hunger to know I am hearing His voice correctly.
Wondering...
Is my heart properly set up...
To hear the song He is singing over me...
Many moments I question...
False evidences appearing real stirs doubt.
It makes me want to pacify....
The constant dreaming within...
I am a growing girl...
Too big for all the baby lies...
Attempting to cork the truth welling up inside.
Oh... how I've grown comfortable with the familiarity of such bad habits.
What started out as a crazy fixation...
Initially awkward and sideways...
Somehow became a necessity.
Thankful for our Papa...
For Good Pastor...
The body
For truth...
Helping me unplug the lies...
Shifting my focus back to what edifies.
Trading what curbs hunger...
For the wholesome that feeds...
He offers by the bowl-full...
To all us little, growing ones.
Today...
It's an invitation to dig in...
Seek His song in the midst of the waves...
All the buried treasure to be found.
I 
Not wanting to miss a trace of goodness.
For all of it...
Was meant to be enjoyed in fullness...
Both hands filled to the overflow.
So I say...
"YES!"
Cause this princess is just a growing girl...
She needs all of HIM she can get.
Tasting and seeing is so much better...
Than chewing on plastic...
Still learning to spit the lies out.
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