We want to be moved. We resist moving.
To be moved: to become what we would not allow ourselves be.
My worry is a form of resistance, a fear of being moved.
"Out of control." Taken.
I am afraid of what I do not know, can't imagine. Won't imagine.
Stasis.
To resist change: one can not call this "living."
Conflict creates movement.
Antagonist: the thing that inspires the change.
Why we must suffer. To move into Him.
Tonight I would like to be a child.
There is a difference between suffering and bitterness, one open, the other closed off.
It is a good sign if it still hurts.
In gratitude and movement.
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