Roots
You gave me roots
to grow in love
You gave me wings
to reach the sky
You set me free
to be who I am
Just by being who you are.
I learned the words of this little song as a child
and even then, something about them spoke to the artist in me.
I remember pondering, in a far off way, what that must feel like for parents -- to provide the roots and then set the wings free to fly.
Deep thoughts for a twelve year old.
I have always loved the idea of knowing where you come from.
Do I have Mommy's hands, Daddy's lips, Granny's love of analyzation, Aunt Paula's laugh and more?
I wonder if that is why adoption was never on my radar.
I like the idea of being known from the time you were in the womb
And growing up knowing where you belong.
But what if God changes your heart?
What if your story does not work out the way you planned?
What if the roots you long to give do not grow the pathways you once imagined?
What if God takes your heart and tenderizes it so much that you wonder if you can ever breathe or love again and somehow in the journey, not only do you love again, but better and bigger and wider?
The roots look a little different now,
but oh look....
Look how wide they will go....
Just by being who you are....
Just by being who you are....
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This week I shared a little PEEK into my process of becoming a {soon-to-be} foster parent and possibly adopting one day. It is a SLOW journey but I need it to be that way for now so it is good and hard and good and scary and good. Thank you for your prayers and your own stories of adoptions and foster care from your own home or friends or relatives. The encouragement helps me SO much!
Thank you!!
Every Friday, I join these amazing word lyricists who write for 5 minutes straight just for the love of the written word....free and true....with no editing or fanfare. It is scary and vulnerable and simply amazing? Will you join me?
