This month, this year, this decade - it’s ebbing.

A steady decrescendo of energy and passion marks me.

I can’t believe it’s almost over. / / I can’t wait for this to be over.
My mind wars to pick a sentiment.

I am starting to evaluate what has been and resolve what I want to see:

I will champion my calling as much as I have the callings of others.
I will say “no” when it means that my calling will take a backseat to the convenience of others.
I will listen intently to the voice of my Shepherd and let Him give me direction.
I will not accept a caste designation within the kingdom of God.
I will own my gifts - they were not given to me to bury.
I will choose silence when my words will not be given weight.
I will choose words when my silence will condone foolishness.
I will be a woman of almost 36 years, tried and tested by fire, still serving, still standing, still believing.
My faith is not that of a child; I will not be treated as such.

December is an end - to the me that was.
A genesis awaits.