It's funny how I'm living in a city that reflects my own human struggle: we're both under construction, and we're both annoyed by it.
If you live in Chicago, you know exactly what I mean. Every damn where you turn, there's either a huge construction project going on, or there's an area that's been so clearly neglected that you can barely drive down the road without destroying your tires. This city is so beautiful, and yet has so much work to be done. And here I am, in the same predicament.
I'm in a weird place, y'all. I'm experiencing so many things, both good and bad, and I can't bring myself out of this feeling of shock quick enough to process everything. In just one month, I've experienced losses, gains, confusion, clarity—the whole nine. It's been a trying time, but I've found myself coming out on top yet again. I don't know how it happened. I only know that I've found this place of peace, even if just for a moment, and I'm grateful to watch my worries fall away.
Now that the dust is finally settling as one season closes and another begins, I'm able to see my life in retrospect for what it's been this past month: just one huge construction site.
It hasn't been pretty. Roadways have been blocked, detours taken, stuck in traffic at a stand-still. But, even with that, it's still been a beautiful ride.
Just like the great city of Chicago, I'm undergoing some difficult, inconvenient, ugly construction, but it doesn't mean that I'm not still beautiful, grand, capable. Even with all the work needing to be completed in this city, the work that needs to be completed within myself and my spirit, it—we—are still worthy of glory and adoration.
Like the picture above, I'm a sight to behold, even with orange nets and hard hats surrounding me. Just reflecting on it takes my breath away...
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