Taken

I saw a sign today for some stoplight party. You wear green if you're single, yellow if you don't know, and red if you're taken. Sounds like speed dating to me.

I wondered what I was, because sometimes I am not sure. Other times I am taken, and others I am single. Sometimes I want to be single. A lone wolf in the wild as some would put it. Other times I want to be taken, totally taken over that I just do what I know is right. Then there are times of mystery, where I don't know what I want to be. It's like going from one side of the fence to another, and every now and then staying right on the fence. Being taken gives you someone to carry you in a time of struggle, someone to talk to when no one else can hear your voice. You don't have that if you're alone.

They say everyone has a need to belong. Everyone needs to be loved. I think that is true. So I think I would like to be taken, and that even when I think I am single, I am really taken.

So imagine a picture of two sets of footprints walking along the beach. One of them is your own and the other is the taker. When I am in a time of struggle, there is only one set of footprints, and it's not my own. My taker carries me, because I am too weak, takes the burden of my struggles and sins. For even when I felt all alone, and when I am in my most desperate hour, the taker is there to carry me.

I pursue to be taken, and taken I shall become.