Bloom where you’re planted, but don’t be afraid to be uprooted when it’s time for you to grow elsewhere.
I wrote that down towards the beginning of this journey. I realized that it was the start of some grand adventure that God had laid out for me. I realized it was time for a change. It was time to learn new things in a new environment.
But it’s hard.
Fridays hit me the worst.
I look back with deeper longing on all that once was. I wish I could go back. I wish I could learn all these lessons and keep my comforts, too.
I need to learn that many of the lessons come in being uprooted. They come in the pain of digging up realizations and planting new perspectives. They come in the ache of missing what used to be. They come in the tears shed on a weekend when everyone else has somewhere to be. They come in the pang of an unanswered phone call.
It hasn’t been entirely horrible. I’ve smiled a lot this week, and for that I am thankful. I’m thankful for the dear friend that helps me laugh and feel encouraged even when we’ve both had a tiring day. God has brought me much peace and comfort through her. (Love you, friend! Salad always makes the pizza – and ice cream and everything else – healthy.)
I’m trying to think of this as a training ground. I don’t know for sure, yet, what the Lord has in store for me, though I’m feeling a stronger and stronger nudge in a certain direction. I know that path will require great strength and faith to follow. Until then, here is my battleground, and here is the soil in which I must grow.
Send out Your light and Your truth;
let them lead me;
let them bring me to Your holy hill
and to Your dwelling!
// psalm 43:3