Hey loves, coming to you with my first post of April and it’s all about transitions. Not just transitional fashions, but also life transitions. To jump right in, my life has been going through some changes, some are great, some are a little hard to get use to. But through it all God keeps giving me a word.
Sometime we are so focused on where we think we should be, or getting to where we want to be, that we miss how far we have come. Or better yet the joy of where we are.
The month of April is a special month because it has a promise that better days are coming. The “showers” or storms of this month, will bring “Flowers” or sunshine to next month. Even if your transition is not be self-initiated, I encourage you to hold on and bloom where you are planted.
Bloom Where You Are Planted
It doesn’t mean that I will be in my current situation forever. It doesn’t even mean that I have to like what I’m going throughout. It simple means “Ride Out The Transition”.
The scripture for the story of my life is Jeremiah 17:7-8 NIV:
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
I have four more words that I use to remind myself to ” Bloom where I am planted” and they are P. A. C. T. In as much as the words signify a formal agreement. In other words a covenant with myself and my God.
Push, Pray, and Proceed.
Add value to the lives of others.
Call on God for my strength.
Through it all bless his name.
Through this time of transition, remember to hold tight to your faith. Bless others for you will be blessed. Give yourself credit for keep getting up. With that I’ll end this post with an excerpt of my favorite poem from one of my favorite rappers.
2Pac – The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s laws wrong
It learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams
it learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else, even cared
You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its
tenacity. We would all love it’s will to reach the sun.
Well, we are the rose – this is the concrete – and these are
my damaged petals. Don’t ask me why, thank God , ask me how!
Keep blooming you beautiful Rose!