Thriving in Brokenness

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 I've always been fascinated by flowers that grow through concrete. That isn't supposed to happen, but one determined seed flourishes in the most unlikely conditions.

 Lately, I've felt like that flower. Or that seed at least. Things are hard. There is no soil to till or ground to prepare. I'm in uncharted territory. I'm not sure how things are supposed to go.

 Like that seed, I am determined not to die. I will not let words destroy me. I will not let others opinions define me.

 To survive, all I have to do is keep reaching for the light. It might be hard to press past some areas, but I will break through. My roots will grow deeper, adjusting to this place.

 I will take my brokenness and thrive
Knowing He is creating something beautiful
Even in the messiness, I will cling to the truth that He's working ALL things for my good

 He's working in my loneliness
He's working in the midst of my frustration
Even when I don't feel it
Even when things don't make sense

 In this process, my light is growing brighter
More vibrant despite the darkness

 I will not be a copy
I will not be silent

 I will stand still
Confident He holds me in the palm of His hand

 I will adjust, but I won't become hardened. I refuse to become closed off. Like a flower, I am going to shine. I am going to spread beauty instead of ugliness. When all hope seems lost, I thrive.

 In the great deep divide
I thrive
The thing that was meant to break me
Helped to awaken a hunger for more
To stop going in circles, doing more....yet for what?
What purpose did I serve?

 I want to flourish
In this hardness, dreams are jostled
I know in time, pieces of me I never knew existed will be revealed
Because you can't go through a trial and not be changed

 Every part of my senses are stirred
My vision is renewed
The fog has lifted

 I have shifted
I am thriving as I come to realize the fullness of everything in me
It was always there but I had to be in an uncomfortable place to grow and change into what I am destined to be
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tam7777 said…
love this and it's so true. We were meant to thrive.
12:08 PM
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