A littlegirladolescentwoman are constantly intermingling within this 46 year old gracefully mature home.
Not just any little girl, but one who forgot how her heart is supposed to smile.
Not just any adolescent but one who is still yearning to love herself.
Certainly not just any woman, but one who is fully coming into her own.
A late bloomer.
…still she blooms.
A season of pure learning, that’s what this is. I am grateful for growth, although it sucks sometimes. I am thankful that I don’t usually put on a mask and when I do, I have people that call me on it quick. I am redeemed, the end. I am redeemed.