The wobbly first step appears to be the most difficult, but becomes the most exhilarating. Something unknown, yet the toddler fills with life. Her curiosity erases her fear.
She launches.
The awkward first blast from the sprinter's starting blocks looks embarrassing, but is alive with excitement and anticipation. Blinded with wind in her eyes, yet the young athlete pushes forward, overflowing with determination. She shows no shame.
She blasts.
The clumsy first dance on the eve of a social gathering seems humiliating. Experiencing young love, the girl sees only the eyes of her date; the one she hopes will be her first real kiss--the kiss that counts. She is complete in her thoughts and her dreams. She understands no judgment.
She floats.
The unstable brave step out of an abuser's prison proves a shattering event, but grows into a move based on faith. Horrified that she has found herself in this place, she slowly allows self-forgiveness. She realizes she can move on and heal. She knows no limits.
She rises.
Monday, October 4, 2010
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