Here, beneath me. How I would love to build my life on intellect. on certainty. on facts. on my own understanding.
But when the things that I know so black and white turn to gray, the stack of books I have enthroned myself upon begin to topple & the words on the pages begin to blur.
So, as much as I want to. Even if it contradicts everything I feel, I will build my life on Love on the rock. on the very thing that will keep me afloat when the rains beat and rise against me. I will uproot myself in order to live.
– Savanah L. Judd
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