I found a cicada shell on our stone wall. My friends and I used to hunt for these, collecting them from tree trunks and gently pulling them off the bark. A friend of mine has been hiding under false layers for many years. I am witnessing his transformation as he is just now shedding the old self and becoming who he’s really meant to be. I was in a similar place once, and the process of shedding left me feeling extremely fragile. It’s a vulnerable place, but necessary for new growth. I am grateful for those who encouraged, supported, and waited with me until my wings could fly again.
Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. –John 12:24