It was an awkward walk.
My eyes were on plants and I am reminded of the promise to blossom.
I asked God, where?
Have I whitered?
Will it ever blossom again?
Trees grow big.
Shoots of life coming out through the pavement cracks.
It tells me it will find a way,
Pushing forward, going through.
And now as I reflect, did it actually mean flowing through with the current?
As i walked back, the little purple flower caught my delight.
My question answered,
God's promises holds through.
I am made to blossom.
A flower that blossom into fruit.
