Today I am joining Lisa-Jo and a beautiful community of writers at the Five Minute Friday where we are given a word prompt and write for just 5 minutes for the joy of writing. No editing or backtracking necessary. No need to be perfect. This is where I get to write, letting it all go, allowing the words tucked away deep inside my heart to find their voice.
There is a seed that has been planted deep within my soul. It is not a seed meant to remain there in the shadows, for what is created in secret must at some point burst forth with life.
But the ground of my weak heart where this seed lays waiting must first be tended to by the Master Gardener. And I cringe, just a little, because I know that although His hands are gentle, the pulling, shaking and rearranging of the soil — it all can be a little overwhelming.
But He calls me to bloom where I have been planted. To sprout up and burst forth through the soil of my weakened heart, so that remnants of His love can be scattered across the paths that my feet would walk.
I shy away from the process. I fear hurt, pain, rejection of the good soil. I wonder if my roots would go down deep enough, into the richness of His goodness, and bear good fruit. I wonder if I would be strong enough to withstand the storms that come. Would I remain in the good soil, or would I be tossed to and for with the wind?
He is the Master Gardener. All I must do is yield this seed back to Him and allow Him to ever so gently care for it until it’s ready to bloom.
In due time, this seed will burst through the good soil. And so I wait.