Undone

I have come to relish the experience of "being undone." Though I fought it for years, being a slow learner, I now know that being undone is a blessing. 

I typically hold on longer than is wise, until Life and Love pry my cramped fingers off the object of my idolatry. And then comes the glorious freedom of regaining movement and sensation in fingers (or a life) that had gone numb.