I adapted to darkness - crawled along with no expectation other than survival - kept a low profile - felt worthless - accepted shadows with no vision for anything more. I did not hope to rise above my station and had no real direction. Every day I persevered because of an inborn will to live, and yet in reality I only waited to die.
Darkness … death.
And then, an unbidden and unexpected inspiration from another dimension invaded my heart and prepared me to embrace something I could not yet imagine, let alone understand – something that would redefine my identity.
The seasons and parameters defining life began to change. At the appointed time I retreated to the grave where peace encompassed me rather than the fear one would expect.
I emerged having passed from an old life to a new one, prepared to start over as a re-born creature destined to soar above the past. Blinded by unhindered clarity and released from darkness into light, my whole being reflected the magnitude of transformation.
Light … life.
Still, such dramatic change did not guarantee perfect victory. Hail battered and ravaging winds tore me with unbridled fierceness in ways I’d not known in the shadowy low-life. However, what mattered most was the internal shift. Nothing external could destroy my true identity, or the fact that I was now ALIVE and submitted to the One who would lead me to realize my purpose.
The sky seemed opened and welcoming; I knew no limits.
Does this description fit a butterfly’s metamorphosis, or a human soul’s baptism by the Holy Spirit?