Mr. Bombastic

I picture a wall of water, as thick as your thumb, that you walk freely through. It shimmers, and when your face breaks the barrier you open your eyes and breathe in new life you've never known (like crossing through the Stargate). This is Christ: a removal from all things that have been and entry into an entirely liberating plane. I cross this barrier three times a second, and I am only ever new. I am not conscious of the things that have made me myself up to this point, but focused on God and his will, so directed forward. It's not a mindset or a state of mind, it's a propulsion and instinct where faith toward God is breathing and Every thing is fresh and new. At this point it's ceased being about me and my hangups, or even my growth, because  *inhale*  Christ - the measuring of the depth of my redemption in God.
I'm reimagined six times a second.
I'm revolutionized nine times a second.
And God is constant.

In Utero

We do not ‘arrive’, we are in progress. 

--Our walk into freedom isn’t a straight download – it’s a fragmented torrent we’re only X% through;  I have some parts and you have others, we share and grow together, forming a complete discography we both REALLY REALLY want.

--I don't judge others for where they're at in their download (the program comes with this on the queue), and I look to those who have more than I have. 

--I don't deride them if their file is corrupted or poor quality - I let them know and warn them of other corrupted iterations.

--This is only a problem if someone thinks they're nearing completion; each album takes 25 hours to download and there's a new album out every day.

Consider this:

I spent nine months as virtually nothing in utero. This body was produced then reborn in my teens. My 80 years of given life here, like this, are a time of conception, growth, transformation, and preparation for what is to come. At the time my body passes, I will be realized and my spirit-man will be born into whatever comes next. At what point do I think I become anything more than 'virtually nothing', or have arrived at any unnamed destination? I bet I'll be reborn again.

If all we ever are is being formed, then I've nothing to gloat about. I might as well quit rejecting whatever growth may look like and head on to the next evolution. Munchlax to Snorlax via Happiness, and so on.