Tuesday, May 6, 2014
I get it.
It's the symbolism, right?
Something is planted.
Then, after a time, it comes to life.
It's a beautiful picture, really.
The imagery of it all.
The flowers are really pretty.
They're colorful, and they smell nice and they make people happy.
None of the "bloom" stuff comes with pictures of dirt, though, does it?
But those beautiful flowers, before they get to be beautiful flowers, they're just measly little seeds, buried in a bunch of dirt.
I feel like that, sometimes.
Like just a little seed.
Under the weight of a bunch of dirt.
I want to grow.
I have great desires to be tall and full of life and beautiful.
But I can hardly breathe under this dirt.
Do you ever feel that way?
I was thinking about blooming when I was writing this morning at Starbucks. I was thinking about how often times, I look around and I am so quick to be jealous.
I'll compare my seed-in-the-dirt to someone else's fully bloomed flowers. I think that's more beautiful than what I have.
I want a baby to take to a strawberry patch.
I want a house with a wrap-around porch.
I want to be an author and a speaker and a professional blog-conference-goer.
But, I'll spend another Mother's day getting a card from Brokaw.
In my condo.
And I'll work overnights in a TV newsroom.
It's okay, though. Because these dreams inside of me are seeds. They are being watered, and one day, they will bloom! There will be new life. New beauty. A sweet aroma.
I can feel it coming.
In January, as we looked ahead to 2014, Michael and I decided our theme for the year would be "Restoration."
"The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast."
-1 Peter 5:10
I have a renewed desire to be alone with my God, to lean into what He's dreaming for my life.
To trust that He loves me just like He says he does.
Almost every Sunday in our church, at least one song has to do with the resurrection. New life. I love that.
I'll bloom one of these days.
For now, I'll drink the water and just get ready for it.
And you know what? I think that's a beautiful thing.
So friends, if you're here in the dirt with me, give yourself a little grace. We'll bloom. When it's time.
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