I think this blank slate phase
me finally having to work for something.
Not have it given like Joseph’s favor, placed
upon him by God and received by others in
God’s own timing.
This is me
how to take ownership of my life.
To ask myself the hard questions,
to dive to the depths of my soul
and embrace the answers I find there,
either in loving hug or determined grip.
This blank slate is the concrete
from which God will build my path–
the path He meant for me to be on all along.
This blank slate path . . .
it is emptied, like my hands, so I can receive in full
what He has purposed to be mine.