Like so many billions of others - in fact, every person who has ever lived - I find myself in the lonesome place of looking back at a piece of my path, struggling with the deep profundity of what passed there, and lacking the words or wisdom or skill to understand.
At times I am a small girl in pigtails, staring around me with bewildered eyes and clinging to a protective hand that belongs to someone powerful whom I cannot see. That girl refuses to die, for she is my heart.
At other times I am a maturing woman who quietly watches the masses of people who bustle around her on their own business. She is my mind.
The girl lives inside the woman; they are working now to become one. The silvery stuff that joins one to the other is my soul. God is embroidering the pieces of me together into a single fabric. The work is ongoing. It will continue my entire life, until one day at last He ties together the last stitches, and I find myself complete in Heaven.  ¶ 9:11 AM