Walking down the aisle.

Heart racing, my body was shaken by both anticipation and hesitance. 

Cold feet on a sunny day, so my steps are heavy. 

I’m absorbing the different energies radiating around me like a sponge.

There’s warmth in my spirit,

As a bundle of all my proudest moments grinning proudly meets me, 

The faces of my achievements greet me,

Best versions of myself grace me.

Every right turn I’ve ever taken, loved ones singing my praises, blessings and miracles that arrived at my doorstep.  

The beauty of the life I’ve been graced with. 

So I take bolder confident steps, determined to

” I Press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 3 v 14

Until I feel the shift in energies, the latter overpowering the former. 

My shortcomings eager to object, sins determined to not forever hold their peace but rather speak.

I’m met by the scornful stare of all my mistakes and weaknesses. 

Old wounds threatening to reopen. 

Trembling, I almost stop to turn,

a light nudge urges me on. 

That’s when it dawned on me, that I am not alone.

A strong hand upholds mine, side by side He walks by me.

Guiding me forward, strengthening me. 

I breathe a little easier.

My vision is a lot clearer.

My fears depart as I awaken in remembrance. 

I am Fathered by God.