So Sunday I woke up a little discouraged. Not discouraged like I don’t want to do life anymore… more like I am tired and I don’t see the point on moving forward just yet… I need more rest.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been praying that God would move me. Not move me geographically… just move me from where I am at to a new season in my life. Grow me, push me, pluck me… so I was thinking about these things this morning as I got ready.
As is my practice, I left for church early. (8:15ish) As I left the front door and headed towards the car, I saw this plant at the bottom of the stairs… it caught my eye.. and I think it symbolizes a lot of what I have been going through.
I thought to myself… Isn’t this just like life? While everything around should be dying or changing or doing what it is supposed to be doing in its season of life… there is growth. That’s what I want to be in my relationship with Jesus and the peope in my life. I want to be the STUPID shoot that grows when it isn’t supposed to. In it’s disobedience to what it’s DNA is telling it to do… it pops up and says, "Here I am, growing through all of this." I want to dare the winterery times of life with growth. Knocked down? Get up!
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