met·a·mor·pho·sis
ˌmedəˈmôrfəsəs/
noun
...the process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages...
...a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means...
I couldn't have found a more appropriate word to describe this reconstruction process. I felt like cancer and its standardized "treatments" left me in shambles. The wreckage gave light to why so many refer to this as a battlefield and I, a warrior. I felt broken, maimed, mutilated, empty, and lost. I felt like a shell of my old self. I desperately needed God to transform my shattered pieces into something beautiful again. Whole. Feminine. Restored.
I put on a good mask in public...
I'm quickly approaching the anniversary of my last chemo treatment. I've had much work to do to clean up the mess it caused. Detoxing my physical body was only part of it. I needed to rid my heart from past hurts, my mind from the lies I'd allowed to take up space in my head. The healing has been slow and painful, but good. Oh, so good!
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
2 Corinthians 5:17
My Creator is in control here. I'm looking forward to my new form.
[A very special thank you to Bella Joi photography for capturing my vision and bringing it to life.]
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