What isn’t planted deeply enough, tended to with plenty of loving care, and carefully sheltered from possible harm, is ripe for uprooting or being blown away in the winds of a storm.

How much can be weathered may not be obvious before it gets hit, but there’s no mistaking the damage from what was missing once the storm has come through.

Only foolish hearts leave what they love exposed to the elements, ignoring the warnings of weather, while banking on luck to survive.

~ CJ 2014.06.17

uprooted trees

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3 Responses to Uprooted

  1. Steven says:

    In life everyday. We all bank on luck a lil bit. Ya know what I mean?

    • cjromb says:

      We certainly have to. But trusting it to always watch out for me has gotten my backside bitten more than once. 🙂

  2. Steve says:

    Good point & we don’t want that to happen.

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