Waiting for the Bloom…

Why does it seem like… In the midst of seeing where my life is in this moment… In the midst of being in this moment where I have to grow… In the midst of knowing that I’ve chosen to follow what God says is best… Well why is it that I find myself trying so hard to distract myself from reality….

Reality being that growth isn’t always exciting… Yeah, sure… It’s great to look in the rear view mirror and see it in the past… Sometimes I wave at the past and think, “I’m glad that’s where you are!”…

But then there’s the reality of looking at what’s ahead… What’s right in front of my face… And the knowing that patience… So much patience is required to see something bloom…

It’s funny… I never purchase flowers with the intent of staring at them until they open up and reveal what’s on the inside…

So why is it that I choose to stare at my life like that…

Why do I choose to look at it… Study it with great intent… And try and figure out why I haven’t seen the beauty of what I know and believe can and will be on the inside…

No with flowers… With flowers I go about my day… I live life and enjoy the moment… And then when I least expect it I glance at the flowers… And all of a sudden they’ve opened up to reveal something marvelous…

And… Well I think that’s how I should be living right now… With the knowledge that this stage of life… Well that it hasn’t exactly bloomed yet… And it feels boring… And it seems monotonous…

But if I can just keep living… Keep living and stop looking around at everything else that’s already bloomed… Well then sooner or later life will have opened up for me too…

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