But in time, I detox. Feel my soul open up. There are no fireworks in the sky. Change is slow, gradual, and intermittent; three steps forward, a step or two back. Some days I nail it; others, I slip back into hurry. But for the first time in years, I’m moving toward maturity, one inch at a time. Becoming more like Jesus. And more like my best self. Even better: I feel God again. I feel my own soul. I’m on the unpaved road with no clue where it leads, but that’s okay. I honestly value who I’m becoming over where I end up.
