I fell in love. I did. I fell. But who was there to catch me? Not the person who I fell in love with. It wasn’t. There was a season in my life, where I was on my own. In a way that season still has yet to end. But I can tell you one thing. My heart…was always carried. But it wasn’t just carried. It was swung. It was tossed. It was pruned. It was hurled.
1. Swung. My heart was swung much like it was sitting soundly on a bench waiting for Someone to push and send me flying as the noise of the air gave me permission to imagine. To imagine myself as a butterfly, with all the innocence of a newborn baby, but with a resolve to soar among the valleys and the mountains and the oceans. Little did I know who or why these things were made for, yet I flew to discover what was in store.
2. Tossed. Like when children toss a ball to each other. With the smile on their faces, the ball that I am was a medium of sheer joy and comfort in the company of good friends. Or much like when a Father, thrusts his son into the air, I. The son. Feeling as though I could reach the sun, He sent me flying like a rocket into outer space thinking that someday, I. Could reach the stars and trust that the Maker of the galaxies would take me as far as He could see.
3. Pruned. Much like how an orchard farmer plucks an orange from a citrus tree on a summer day. Though there were many fruits, I was the one tested. From the taste of my ripeness he determined that the rest, also, were ripe and ready to ship. But that was it for me. I served my purpose. But my purpose did not go in vain. For I made the Farmer’s summer day far more delightful through the sweet tenderness of my pulp, I. The dead orange. Remain bright as I reflected the brightness of the sun.
4. Hurled. At a bowling alley. Thrown with great intensity at the pins which lined up in defensive position for me to strike head-on, I. The bowling ball. Wasn’t at all trained. Yet I trusted the hands of my Bowler to conduct the direction of my path with only inches away from defeat in the gutter, I. No He, managed to spare. To spare the army of ten who was too tall and too stubborn to move from the position from which they stood comfortably. Through uncertainty I changed their formation. But it wasn’t by my sheer will power alone, no. Though I was 16 pounds, my strength was meaningless without use. And though I may have succeeded in my task, I fell from this wooden cliff into a pit of darkness aware that I wouldn’t be staying there for long. Soon I awakened to His grip once again.
I fell in Love. I did. I fell. But it was Someone. The Father. The Maker. The Farmer. The Bowler. He. Who caught me.
Dude it turned into a gummy bar! LOL 🌈@ jpc_mac
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