There was no inkling of me then.
At least not to anyone other than my Heavenly Father.
Who, if you believe in things like fearfully and wonderfully made and a purpose and plan.
God already knew of me before any other knowing was possible.
God knew I’d be different than most, that I’d love words and their expression and that sometimes others might not know what to make of me and so they might describe me jokingly.
It’s odd to be so quiet and at the same time feel so very different, so different that your difference doesn’t go unnoticed.
Sometimes you’re awkwardly called out.
The bane of your introversion.
A very long time ago, this place where I walk, a trail encircling what is now a subdivision, was covered in beach, in sand.
I heard this in a historical account of my town, our community.
I walked this evening.
My steps had intent.
Outrun the mood before the mood takes you over, runs you down, knocks you off your feet.
I was tired. Had too much sugar and not enough sleep.
Walk it out, I told myself before the miserable mood walks all over you.
I had a good pace and then saw in the bramble and brush, a tiny little bloom, a blossom bursting through.
Solitary on the dead leaves, seemingly distant from branch or vine.
The bloom before the berries.
The promise before the fruit.
I continued on, self-talk declaring.
The rest of your life is yet to be seen.
Your bloom is just about to break through the cold decay of your ground.
The ground that bordered the sea before anyone other than God knew what beauty you are meant to see.
That same ground is just about to sprout bright bloom, the flowering, the growth,
the plan for good not bad.
Me before is
For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.
Jeremiah 29:11-13 NLT