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Trade It All...

Trading it all means letting go of the story I've rehearsed, letting go of past experiences that I've held onto for so long. Trading it all means me trying "one" more time after I said I wouldn't. Opening my heart to receive your love allowing myself to become vulnerable, tearing down the walls with hopes I don't have to replace them. Allowing you to take the lead as priest over me & our family, trusting your ability to lead. I've done it so far on my own, so of course it's scary to let you in & trade what I'm comfortable with for something I must become temporarily uncomfortable with. My request is that if I trade it all to take a chance on your love that you too trade it all to take a chance on my love.

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