There was something in her heart pushing back. 

Some might have seen it as pushing away, but no… that wasn’t quite it. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to draw near to others, or that she was afraid of anything – on the contrary. 

She was desperately seeking out – facing the world head on, but when the time came she would resist. 

Resist doing the right thing, even if it’s what she wanted to do. 

Resist accepting the help she knew she needed. 

Resist the love poured out and freely given. 

Resist the change that could come. 

Resist being who she was called to be. 

She didn’t want to resist, but it kept happening. Her longing to break out of resistance was a deep ache she could feel throughout her body. 

Still, she knew there was something more on the other side. And that resistance was  only a moment in a promised life of freedom.