Oh, this voyage.
Christopher Columbus, they say, set sail to find a new land.
I’m a bit more like Jonah, in that I’ve been on the boat a while but trying not to make it to my destination.
I’m on a voyage to become a woman, the woman God had in mind when He first knit me together.
I don’t know all the reasons why I’ve resisted this so much for so many years, but now I’m nearly haunted by it. What does it mean to be a woman? No–don’t tell me about your Proverbs something-something woman, or Titus such and such woman. You’re already on the wrong map, then. What does it mean, to grow up? What does it mean, to become a woman? What does it mean, to embrace creation of the Almighty, to agree that He designs good things?
I don’t know. But I know that I’ve come up from hiding in the hull, and I’m standing on the prow, eyes open and smiling into the salty spray.