Growth hurts. It’s scary. But like seasons, there’s no other way out than going through it.

You say that I am still growing. That I am at the point of slow and steady growth. My petals fall off once in a while. Sometimes all at once, and I feel the weight of starting over from the naked roots. But You say that I am not my loose leaves and wilting branches. I am not my brokenness.

You show me that the cracks in the soil is not to reveal my dry bones, but to let the light in. You’re not in the business of “repairing” but more in love with the process in caring. For me. For the parts I don’t like. The parts I’d rather hide. You show me those parts are beautiful too.

Thank You for allowing me to feel it all. The highs and lows; You never let me go. Thank You for the ugly parts, so that I may see them otherwise. The growth feels scary because of the height it comes with but that that’s the ugly part you give beauty in. The delicate process of growing tall and standing high. Here, I am learning.

You water me in every season.
Sometimes in waves. Always overflowing.