Bloom

Earlier this year God have me a word and that word was, bloom. I’ve had a lot of transition over the past year and I have traveled back and forth, a lot. I’ve always told God to use me where He’s sees fit and wherever that might be, I’d go, no questions asked. No matter if it made a lick of sense or not.

I found myself wondering if I’d stay in Oregon, family included of course, but never felt like it was my home. I looked for a church, and Mark considered a pastoral position there. I felt maybe I’d be closer to my mom and the thought of not being there brought the feelings again of separation from her. These were some of the challenges that come with grief.

Yet, even in the thoughts, feelings, and consideration, neither of us really felt like God was calling us there. 

My roots are and always have been in an earthly sense, grounded in Southern California. Eternally, they’re in Heaven. My mom transitioned to Heaven almost a year ago now. My eternal roots are still connected to her and that will never change. 

In the meantime, God has settled me back home where I can begin to officially process everything. I say begin because I’ve never had a real moment to let it all sink in. 

I’m thankful to be home, to sit with Jesus and see where the word bloom will show up. 

I’ve looked at my beautiful gift this morning hanging on my porch and discovered it’s blooming. It’s been transplanted and moved, but is thriving. 

Our lives may not go according to our plans, and we may find ourselves in an upheaval, but sometimes God churns the soil not that we would perish, but so that we might bloom.

“The wilderness and the dry land will be glad; the desert will rejoice and blossom like a wildflower.” Isaiah 35:1