I enjoy finding the beauty in breaking.
…..then growing bigger and brighter with a sense of new. Like a flower- we have a season of death and a season of blossoming.
Today- I had to confront what had broken me to my frail thin bones, and vulnerably show my healed wounds. Not only healed, but clean. My bud is in full bloom. It’s funny what 8 months can do to someone…. strip you naked, then cloth you in love. I wear a coat full of beauty. You will see me in it, not boastful or proud….cause it’s not mine.
But I’m not ashamed to say that I am loved, and I love.
I say all this because if you are in a valley and hope is far…. Always remember for us to become stronger we have to break the muscle down to nothing. We have to get to our weakest and most low point, that’s when we will realize we need change. We are so afraid of that word.
CHANGE! We avoid it at all cost until it’s our only option.
Once change begins- our seeds will grow. Leaving weeds for the ruins, and finding a fresh self.
I am thankful for brokenness, fore I would not be on this vibrant soil if I had not withstood those trials.
