maybe the limbs of a broken tree will heal themselves in time or maybe the limbs from that broken tree will petrify...... hard as stone. as I peel back the layers I find things I never knew were there and as I listen to my prayers I hear myself confused and scared. this broken tree feels like it's part of me somehow controlling my destiny. has the seed of a broken promise decided what I will be? and I, left to myself can only hope to survive. and I, left to myself can only slowly die.
how long will I drift? would I not know the difference? have I weathered so long that I've been shaped by this ocean? will the legacy live on in me? like father, like son? I don't believe that what I am is determined by what precedes me. and now I have to realize that the past is not my future and in Christ I'm a brand new creature.
and I, left to myself can only hope to survive. and I, left to myself can only slowly die. but given grace I know I can, given grace I can learn to forgive. in the face of all of this. given grace I can truly live.