I was not rooted
I was a tumbleweed
Bouncing wherever my emotions took me
I would like being "free" better
And that the wind playing along
Would be my friend
But it became my worst enemy.
It left me ragged, disheveled, very tired.
I tried to find my worth
Through guys, and romance
But I really needed to be rooted
In the love of God
And who I am in Christ.
I needed to be steadfast
Unmoving, even when the wind came
And tried to mess me up.
At my lowest point this month I cried so hard
And I hung onto Jesus for support.
I clung to Him so tight
That I cried harder.
But then I was filled with peace.
My soul was groaning
Because it wasn't rooted.
So the next day I took some dirt
And allowed God to plant me back in place.
It is so much better