He
had a wanderlust that could not be quenched
Moving
from town to town
Changing
jobs at the drop of a hat
With
family in tow, there was always another move in store
His
wife became an expert packer
Frequent
moves do not lend themselves to collecting precious things
Friendships
started were once again uprooted
One
could only hope it was at the beginning of the school year
The
ripple effects would be felt over a lifetime
A
consuming passion is what did him in
Cigarette
after cigarette, no less than two packs a day
He
died way too young, never to see his children grown
By
the time she was ten, they had moved ten times
Is
it any wonder that she doesn’t know how
To
let the roots of friendship grow
Something
is always held in reserve
So
that the deep wounds of her soul won’t be hurt again
Will
she ever be unafraid of the changes tomorrow will bring
She
longs to be settled for a lifetime
Letting
her roots grow deep
With
the husband she loves, in the place she calls home
Susan
Wachtel
November
3, 2012
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3 comments:
Beautiful and pointant. I hope you get a chance to fully grow your roots.
Amazingly awesome post.
After a couple of years of constant transitions (ending us up on another continent) I can more easily imagine the pain of constant moving... Praise our God who can heal anything - if not this side of heaven, in heaven at last where we will be forever home and will never have to shed those goodbye tears again.
Thanks for sharing your heart.
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