Sunday, February 05, 2012
Bloom where you are planted ... that's what they say. I think "they" are right. But the key is being planted.
For many years, I have not been completely planted. I've had the hope of being planted, but one can only flourish in small ways while hope is held at bay. Proverbs was right ... "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life." (Proverbs 13:12)
All this rightness is something I've missed for quite some time. I kept thinking I could catch up, make up, adjust, connect, somehow get right again when my world was right again. But I kept losing my footing along the way, limping in a sometimes-lovely limbo. But loveliness was a bit of a mirage.
So, I'm planting myself. I think my dwindling roots had been loose and ready for quite some time. But hope does not easily let go. So when the time came, though the pain of change was sharp and hard and reverberating, drawing from rich soil has brought new life. It's been two months and deep places are reviving from the inside and beginning to spread. And now? I'm finally feeling right, too.
Blooming is not without its challenges. But it is infinitely better than lying dormant. I think again of Proverbs 13:12 ... Blooming is longing! And my longings are beginning to find fulfillment. There is a sense of awe in the air, and I don't want to miss another moment to breathe it in.
So here I am ... before my beautiful Creator ... amazed by the beauty growing from what I thought I had neglected to the point of destruction. It would have been enough just to breathe, but now I am blooming.