Met ah more pho sis

Lately I have just been moved with such gratitude. Our God is one who is active, loving, generous, and completely caring - even about the most trivial things in life. He reminds us that he cares and is listening to the smallest pains and gripes. Thank you Father! I feel so heard and understood...

So my mom came and went. Somewhere along the line I had a spectacularly clever and emotionally vulnerable blog post about the depths and heights that our relationship was able to find during our four short days in new York together (NYC is truly magical) but then I got busy and lazy and lost my train of thought... not to take away from the significance of the said trip, but I just cannot recall the verbiage I had in my mind last week so its quite pointless to try and recreate a less worthy post. So I won't. But you get the point, right?

Next thought: The thing about Metamorphosis is.... that a caterpillar cannot feign a transformation into a butterfly, can it? It cannot grow fake wings or shed its scales. Transformation is total and genuine... as seen by the finished product. But what if the caterpillar tries to escape the confines of the cocoon prematurely... thinking that it is ready when it is really not? What then?! Consequences such as a wing that isn't yet fully developed enough to fly right (kind of like Nemo's tiny arm)... or skewed vision? I guess we must trust in the process... and in a greater power: God.