Need of Resurrection

I've wrapped myself in silken threads to keep out the cold and to hide the inadequacy of my current self. The envelope surrounds me in this season He ordained for me, a season of darkness and restriction. How I long to see the light and feel a warm breeze on my face, to stretch my limbs and spirit and to feel alive. It has been a long season of death punctuated by glimmers of hope and glimmers of transformation. New life. Faith. Will He bring to birth? Will He complete the work that is me? Will my heart soar on new wings? The old me feels dead and gone. I don't know myself. I don't trust me. I need a resurrection. I need a safe place to come out of this cocoon and have the warm wind of His Spirit blow over me until all the scars of death and darkness are replaced with beauty again.