October 3, 2013 by Beth Hess
Then one day you realize you were feeling like a shell of a human being because you were molting.
The new skin is tender. The legs shaky. The next steps undetermined.
But the shell is discarded.
Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.