Bloom

I didn't plant this flower. God did, He sent it to me😊 it just appeared in the large planter on the deck.

Creation is pretty amazing.

I love it so much. It may be my most favorite flower of all time.

It's unassuming. It's just doing its thing. It didn't ask to be planted or to exist. It didn't emerge in a magnificent field of flowers just like it.

It's the only flower like this here.

It shot straight up and it's as confident as any flower good be. No boasting, no pretension.

Here I am. Just me.

As I settle in to my 50's I'm more comfortable in my own skin than I've ever been.

I'm comfortable being me. Not apologizing for who I am and not trying to fit in.

I'm the only one like me. Ask anyone.

This flower has become a precious gift to me.

I enjoy my coffee and reflect on all these thoughts as the hummingbirds hover and swoop around me. It's a reminder that I have bloomed where I was planted by God.

I am continuing to grow into the creation He planned for me. I can hold my head high. I can like myself. I don't need to be surrounded by people like me.

I'm not going to be everyone's favorite flower and I'm so okay with that at this point in my life.

For many years of my life really, I tried very hard to be what I believed other people wanted me to be.

I wanted to be enough. Somehow I always felt like I came up lacking.

It was not until I realized that my eyes had to stay fixed on God for me to ever accept that I was enough. I always was.

This flower reminds me that I only need to bloom for the One who created me.