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.
