it's that time again when its fragrance fills the air
time for another epiphany
time for another layer to come off and lay aside
discarded
though imperceptibly light streams of
cobweb-like strings are trying to remain attached,
the Master's hand is at work.
Ultimate surgery,
I've been through it before
kicking and screaming but now...
now I am a big girl
I have learnt not to cry over onions
I have become eager for the Master's hand to keep peeling away,
one layer at a time,
eager for Him to finally cut the core in half and
let loose all the juice of my deepest intricacy
waiting to exhale in a big loud "ahaaa" moment
when I know that I know that I know
exactly how fearfully and how wonderfully
He made me.
