I have been underwater, and I am coming up for air,
Breathing in big gulps as oxygen revives me.
We are quieting the voices, my Lord and I,
The noise that keeps me from being who I am.
I can feel the coolness of the water on my face
As it washes me cleaner still.
One by one, the stones are removed and
The hardened ground is ready to be tilled.
Soon the planting will begin.
(The Lord began this process in me a year ago. I wrote about how it began in Merry-Go-Round).