The Root is the Problem

I know, I know, I am on a roll today,
but i was Talking to a lady last evening... I could see the tree she was carrying in my minds eye...got me to thinking....

When you were small, it was no problem to carry you.
Like a tiny infant I cradled you in my arms.
I protected you fiercely, believing that you were there by rights.
I nurtured you and fed you, and watched you grow.
I coddled you like a tender plant, fertilized you with my tears and with my words.
And I hid you away from the world, for fear that if seen, someone would try to get me to leave you behind.

As a teen, i felt that you became slightly unruly, a little unweildy to carry.
But I could not put you down, you still needed me (or was it the other way around.)
You kept growing, getting fat on the meat of my fears, my upsets...my drama
You often tried to show yourself, I tried to press you back, but you wanted to be seen more and more. 
You began to whisper into my ears and into my mind, telling me that I need you, that you are the only one for me, that you will never leave me
People can see you when I walk by now, just behind my eyes, like a suspicious glance (or maybe something even worse)
I am so tired, I want to put you down, you are much too big for me to carry now, but our lives are intertwined, our souls bound together in an unholy dance

Why should you go now, when we have spent our lives together, I saw you when you were born and worked so hard to grow you up big and strong. Never realizing that in the end, your goal would be my life.
I struggle to release you, but your grasp holds me fast, we are locked in a death grip, you and I.
One of us will have to die...and its going to have to be you.
In Jesus Name.

Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord:

Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;

Its better never to carry the seed of bitterness that springs up into a tall tree. Forgive, that ye mav be forgiven. All that drama, is not worth your soul.

Thanks for listening.