Back Into the Wild

Copyright 2016 Tara J. Becker

Your whisper bends my ear, while my heart grips onto what is not mine. You ask me to let go, but instead I tighten evermore the keepsake in my palm.

Again, You whisper.

Ashamed of my disobedience, I bow my head, my selfishness aching. Wishing Your voice was just a sound I can ignore, but I cannot.

Waiting patiently, You lean forward to catch the tears that gather and stream off my chin, as I wrestle with You in my silence. You will not pry it from my hand, for You know your daughter too well, and this lesson is something I need to learn and relearn.

Then, between shaky breaths and sobs, I surrender, lifting one finger, followed by another. Slowly, the keepsake flutters back to life. And though my heart is still sore, for a moment, I see what You see. Two souls, one learning to lean on a prevailing purpose, and the other finding its way back into the wild.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart
And do not lean on your own understanding. (Proverbs 3:5)”

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