I wrote about it previously but I fear that I misspoke -

to you, yes, certainly,
but more egregiously, to myself.

There is a me that I struggle to acknowledge - full of jealousy, scheming, rage.
She doesn’t make many public appearances but she is there, - oh, how I know it.

There are things she did not plant, fields sown with generational sin that she is harvesting.
There are the unintentional seeds scattered through careless words and actions.
Then there is the broken heart she was born with, deceitful and desperately wicked, who can know it?

There are things I did not plant.
That does not excuse me from uprooting them now.

I want to amend the closing lines of PI, make them more truthful:

Loving and living in hard places teaches this -

you didn’t plant it
they didn’t ask for it
but you have to deal with the things you did not plant
uproot
clear the ground
plant in faith
first sign of unwanted growth?
start again