Further and Further Away

Is there anything harder than removing your heart, watching it grow legs, and then leaving it at the side of the road?

No, probably not.

As a mother, this is my constant feeling, but also, inside that heart are my insecurities, my wrong turns, my doubts, and the revelation that the way I think is different, not the same. That I'm alone in the world with my thoughts, even when I'm not lonely.

And for all of these things, to the third and fourth generation, amassed and alighted within a single small body, one not my own, loosed into a world I'll never even conquer.

But He tells me sometimes that all this worry is for nothing; to cast my cares on His shoulder, for His yoke is easy and his burden is light.

My yoke is set to choke me, and my burden is set to let me drown.

So, I exchange the one for the other, watching His grace fill my cracks and lead her feet as she keeps walking further and further away.