These trees look like they want to be somewhere else, but their roots are planted too deep for them to leave.
If I could see my heart right now, I think it might somehow resemble this!
My roots are planted deeply, firmly into the ground here.
But my heart— my heart wants to go. It wants to take me back to family.
I got a call today, letting me know my oldest cousin passed away a few hours ago.
I am so far from my family. I won’t be able to attend the funeral.
No one expects me to, I’ve not been able to for any, except my dad’s a few years ago.
There are things, situations and people my heart is trying so hard to pull my body in the physical direction of.
Too many obstacles. Too many things and reasons not to.
Now I have to just not allow guilt to set itself on me.
Sometimes I wish God would transport me like He did to Phillip (Acts 8:39-40). Of course, my reasons are selfish. No matter how well intentioned my heart seems— it’s all just selfish.
On the surface, it may not look like much is going on with me. But deep in the heart of me, a tug of war pulses on, as the events of life ebb and flow.