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This weeks prompt: Roots
What grounds us. What helps us grow and become who we are.
She’s the woman I’ve been trained to say: I do not look like my mother, I look like she.
She is my grandmother.
A pillar of strength.
Though I only had 7 short years to get to know her, I still feel like I am continuing to get to know her.
It’s her strength I remember the most. As she fought cancer for so long and so strong.
It’s her love I remember the second most. As she loved on her family in what could have been her last few days, every day.
It’s her strength I see in her eyes in pictures.
The strength of her faith.
Her faith in Christ.
And the strength of her love.
She’s a part of my roots.
Her strength and her love- she no doubt got from God- run through my veins.
As I grow and go it’s her as my roots which keep me grounded in strength and in love.
My roots which make me who I am today, brought me through where I’ve been, and will continue to carry me through to who I will become.
Roots, I think God planned for our family to help root us. For She helps root me to Christ. Helps Root me to who I am, to who I’ve been.
She is my roots. Just a part of my roots.