I Crawled Into A Really Small Hole Once
I crawled into a really small hole once. A hole I didn't think could hold me. A hole I didn't think could encompass the full scope of who I am.
There were times I wondered if I was shoved into this tiny space or if actually chose it.
There didn't appear to be room for the fullness of who I was. The only version of me that could fit in the space was a very edited version. So edited I seemed nonexistent at times.
But I did. I began to own the mud walls. I smiled when I felt the dirt under my fingertips. It became home.
I began to find some resemblance of myself in that little cleft of the rock. A sense of belonging to it.
I have been told that His glory passes when we are in that place. I can't really say that I saw it at the time. It felt more like being stuck in a small hole.
I would prefer not to get stuck in another hole again.
However, if it happens, I know I will see more Glory. And that is what this journey is about.