What’s hard about love?


Long ago, in a faraway land…I moved from my childhood home.

Everything we owned was in our car.

We just drove away, and I looked back, out of the back window, at the road behind me.

And I remember thinking…seeing…all my roots… just dragging behind.

And I guess that’s how it is when You move.

All my pride, you know it doesn’t stand a chance at all.

Like a lion standing inside my house.  I don’t stand a chance against the way You move.

Breaking down walls, ripping up roots.

Love.   letting go.  of me.

Letting go to follow You.

Loosening the grip. Taking Your hand

Looking through the windshield at the road ahead.

Let Love lead.

Roots will follow.

 

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