I woke excited to know the possibility.
One of many, I am sure; still, it could be me. I wrote a brave story and followed the instructions for a literary competition.
I’ll know in a few days. I’ll know to be afraid or relieved, emotionally giddy over being chosen or a bit scared of being seen and hoping to hide behind my grandma like a little girl afraid.
Either way, there’s a purpose for the outcome. I know this to be true because I asked it to be so.
Prayed, Lord I am taking this next step you have “purposed” me for and I will see you all along the journey.
Purposeful, everything is.
Opened the cabinet for a cup and see it there, little black mug with letters painted white to remind…plans and purpose, not for harm.
For good. Time will reveal what good will come. May be simply the knowledge of taking the brave next step to make the next one more brave.
Or maybe it will as my friend promised, the purpose of the shedding light on dark places hidden so I am free, more free than I have been.
A beautiful and sweet, purposeful free.
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