Let Go Kitten
I love the old poster with the “just hang in there kitten,” clinging tenuously by one paw to a tiny tree branch. We’re all that little kitten, hanging here and there, wherever God has placed us, yet still not sure we hang exactly where we belong. Yes, we’re all holding on. I’m holding on and praying not to fall, while grasping more firmly the withering branches of my youth, and all those things which no longer bear great meaning for this season of my life. Depending on the day, it may be a little harder to accept who I really am than to surrender to my fate. Let go kitten. I know there’s someone ready to catch you.
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