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)”