I can feel it happening; I’m more aware of it now than I was as a younger woman. The brittle, fragile limestone within me is compressed by time into marble. Gradually, as I survive life’s tests, some little, some not so little, God is making within me something more beautiful, something that will last.
I sense, too, that the marble is colder and less porous than what was there before. I must be careful to leave openings, conduits to and from the soft place at my center – a place that I can protect, but not fortify completely. A place where I can never allow the calcification to reach.