She sat there, so still, I questioned if she was dead. She was completely immobile, staring at the vast world on the other side of the window, where freedom awaited her. I very slowly opened the window, so as to not startle her. Fly out little wasp. Immobile, still. Finally, she started moving. A slight inch towards the part of the window that was completely open. And then she stopped. Hours later, she is still on the window, making no movements towards liberty. don’t you know you are SO CLOSE!?! dumb thing!!! a beautiful, unknown world is waiting for you. I opened the window, all you have to do is fly out. Just do it. It is so much better out there. You and I both know that.
I wanted to laugh and cry because at that moment, I knew I was that wasp. I know how that wasp feels. Uncertain, immobile, not completely sure if she can leave the comfort of an entrapping window. She knows she can. But she doesn’t know know, you know? By grace, I am ready to fly out. I cannot keep staring at the window, entangled by comfort, among other things. I feel as though I am now willing and desperate enough to discover the other side. The free side. The side that involves risk, expectation and faith. Here's to mustard-seed faith and grace that will envelop me on the other side. Cheers!
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