Risk. Vital. Perilous.
I must risk all of me,
give up all of me,
to be all of His.
I desire this,
but fear it all the same.
And the risk goes further.
I must risk to be a wife.
To love this man with passion.
With unselfish desire.
To love with abandon.
I must risk to be a mom.
Risk heartache.
Risk rejection.
Risk seeing myself – in them.
A mirror always present before me.
I must risk to really love.
To really live.
Risk my heart.
Yet,
when I do let go of fear,
I soar.
I break free from this earth,
and I fly higher and higher.
Closer and closer to Him.
And I fall.
Deeper and deeper in love.
Fall deeper into grace.
Feel His embrace.
I feel the strength of a husband,
heart sore,
heart full
of love.
For me.
Even me.
And the children…
their smiles,
their giggles
– a healing balm.
Risk. Vital. Freeing.
51. Risk.
52. Unconditional love from Him.
53. A husband’s heart overflowing with love for me.
54. Smiles, giggles and hugs from children.
55. Life.
Stacy says
This was beautiful! I really enjoyed it! “when I let go of fear, I soar”- so true!
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Audra Marie says
Thanks, Stacy. And thanks for stopping by.