It never seems to stop… The waiting The fighting The blaming It’s heavy. Weighty. The feel of it all. It takes my breath away, but not in a good way. The world refuses to relent. The raised voices. The hatred. The injustice. So often I want to walk away. To give in. To stop the fight. But then I am reminded… I wasn’t called to relent. I was called to relent LESS. To stand tall. To use my voice. To be strong. Though my spirit is tired and my body aches I am called to relent less to listen and to see to lean in and learn to trust and to heal. I look to the hills and suddenly I see it plain. My model. My inspiration. A single tree growing out of the rocks. A tree who refuses to relent against the rocks. A tree who grows in spite of hardship. A tree whose roots wrap and grow stronger with each day. The tree not only relents LESS, it IS relentless. And I shall be as well. I shall breathe in. I shall speak with purpose and sincerity. I shall not back down from the world than continues to weigh on me. NO. I will not back down. I shall stand… relentless.