Free Flight

I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course
For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me
But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that enabled my thrust over the threshold of the “discomforted” me.

In other words, I have grown to appreciate me more than I did in earlier years
You see, I have had to constantly resist others who sought to “change me”.
I don’t mean, to change my character or morality, but to change my personality.

It’s understandable to be molded, bent, and shaped, but God forbids a “remake” of me
Their persistence was to the point that I grew weary and doubted the “Who” of me.
But their persistence never outweighed my resistance; so I continued “being me”.

I must say that the years and God’s own peculiar design and plan for me
Have allowed me to slowly descend from the cocoon, to break forth through the shadows, to live out God’s designed purpose, and ascend like a butterfly
So, may you flap your beautiful wings, and come fly with me

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The only maker is god, let us not change to any humans whim, and not be created in another humans image.

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