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FROM BROODING TO BECOMING
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FROM BROODING TO BECOMING

FROM BROODING TO BLOOMING ๐ŸŒธ


I spent too long staring at the ashes, Counting the things I lost, Replaying every painful chapter, Wondering what my healing would cost.

I brooded over yesterday, Over words I couldn't erase, Over doors that closed before me, Over seasons I couldn't replace.

I watered seeds of sorrow With tears nobody could see, And wondered why my garden Held no flowers meant for me.

Until I heard the Father whisper, โ€œChild, this is not the end.โ€ For the hands that hold tomorrow Can heal what yesterday couldn't mend.

He said, โ€œForget the former things, Behold, I do something new.โ€ And suddenly, I understood There was still life breaking through.

For a seed beneath the surface May look buried in the ground, But where the world sees nothing, God is working without a sound.

So I will no longer linger Where my broken pieces lie. I will not let yesterday's winter Steal the springtime of my life.

Let the tears become the rainfall, Let the pain teach me to grow, Let the roots reach deep in silence While my faith begins to show.

I am more than my mistakes, More than every scar I bear. I am still a work of mercy, Still the answer to a prayer.

And though my petals may be tender, Though my journey may be slow, I will trust the hands that formed me, For He knows the way I grow.

Let the old winds whisper. Let the past recall my name. I have found a deeper promise: I don't have to stay the same.

I was brooding, but now I'm blooming. I was grieving, but now I grow. I was buried beneath my worries, Now God's life begins to show.

And when you see me blossoming, Don't assume I never knew the rain. Every flower has a history; Every garden knows the pain.

But I have learned to trust the Gardener, Even when I cannot see. For He never stopped the growing Of the person He designed me to be.

From brooding to blooming, From ashes to beauty, From dwelling on yesterday To embracing God's new story.

I am rising. I am growing. I am becoming all He sees.

And by the grace of the Almighty, I wil

l bloom into who He created me to be.

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Theodore
@Gifty
Christain writer, story teller and wordsmith.
Lokoja, Nigeria.
A creative writer. A versatile reader. An aspiring author. โค๏ธ

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