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as an explanation is desired, i shall explain.

at this moment i am a shell. it is a weird feeling, no fulfillment, but yet not filled with contempt or doubt. i feel as though i am the shell that is put back on the potter's wheel. something already that is shaped, but certainly not a finished project. i am open, vulnerable, scared, and yet somehow perfectly content.

when i believe i should be filled with anxiety and hate and chaos and other feelings from a lack of understanding, i have none. i am filled with an absence, an absence of chaos. this i credit to my Alpha and Omega, my beginning and my end, the Creator who can independently command the cells of my hair follicles as well as provide direction and value to my life. so this is my praise to Him who gives faithfully and who fills us, maybe not with want we always want, but gives us the ability to be content with understanding an absence of chaos when there actually should be. Adoring thanks and praise to the God of Abraham, the God of Paul, the God of Harwood.