November is here

My being is a magnet drawn towards God. As I peel back layers of distraction, I am pulled closer.

I yield to the peeling of layers. Like the scene in the Great Divorce that Kayla described to me. I yield and I am made new. But not just "new." New implies I lose everything I was before. No. Everyday I'm becoming more of who I was made to be. I feel like a child contemplating what I would look at 20: speculative, hopeful, optimistic, curious, eager.