The Breaking is Transformative

A worm holding fast to a leaf as it broke free from the tree.

As it fell the worm and the leaf became a butterfly

“There is no soft landing, This is not about going down but realising you were meant to fly.”

“The worm is not meant to be transformed. But in my world all things are possible.”

“Hold fast to that which I have placed beneath you. What are you standing on? What is it you are attached to. Hold fast to the supernatural material. Bite into it. Firmly grasp it!”

I saw the uprising of water, like a torrent, but there was no dirt in the water it was pure, and undefiled. I was standing on the rock, it was solid but porous, set up to float, but to be solid, but to allow the flow of water.

And then I saw my hands raised above the water. “I have not come to rescue you” “lift up your hands for you are standing on the rock” “lift up your hands, oh ye gates, prepare ye the way of The Lord”.

As I lifted my hands the water parted and God made a way for us.