here I am.
I am here.
Please show me why my feet seem to stay in place while my heart soars the skies.
I know I am growing and becoming a perfect vessel for your Spirit, but the growing takes time and my roots are growing deep. I guess roots are good. I can only hope they are rooted in You alone. It's hard be thankful for growing when all I want is to fly.. fly like a cloud in the sky. Free and always changing.
But I'm not.
So here I am, Lord, I'm not going anywhere till you transplant me.
Please grow me.
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