Bloom; a place of birth. For me, It is between the mountain-faith and dormant-doubt of, “He loves me. He loves me not.” When I wonder if God sees me, knows my condition, and hears my cry and I ask for the glory-purpose in the in-between of life.
I crane my neck toward Him and I stretch to see a glimpse of glory-light; the One that is above the messy-dirt circumstances; the weary-dry of life.
I know my source. Where my help comes from.
I reach toward light, extend my arms, and strain my my face with need. I open wide because I must receive. And in His faithfulness, Jesus shines grace and mercy and love and hope and I soak in the warmth of presence and purpose on my face, and I let that light steep to the root of soul. He pulls me toward Himself.
And out of that in-between? Out of that need for light? He brings unexpected beauty.
He is always making something new and in each season God prepares me for the next season to come; the comings and goings of dry ground and harvest so I can bloom stronger, taller, more full, and rise up toward Him.
Today I am joining Lisa-Jo and a beautiful community of writers at the Five Minute Friday where we are given a word prompt and write for just 5 minutes for the joy of writing. No editing or backtracking necessary. No need to be perfect. This is where I get to write, letting it all go, allowing the words tucked away deep inside my heart to find their voice.
Strength to strength,