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Meg Chaney

Today I feel drained.

My heart, feels so close to shattering.

I'm not sure I can handle it.

But then again, I'm not supposed to. 

Not on my own.

Lord, please work through the situations that I cannot. Give me the words, or the silence, when it's needed.

I'm not used to this.

This soil, feels so dry.

These roots, dislike transplanting so much.

To stretch

To grow.

Oh Lord, how painful it is!

My heart, it aches for simpler times.




But then, 

I remember.

That you are my strength when I am weak.

The soil, has to be dug up.

Transplanting may occur.

So that all can see the light.

But oh the process of getting there.

Right now, I can hardly breathe.

I'm stuck in the midst of the middle season.

The season of growth.

The season of trust.

Trust in the gardener, and His ever present hand.

Trust that He sees the Master plan, the way this garden will come together in the end.

Trust that He understands the process, when I cannont.

Trust on the days when transplanting just plain hurts.

When this life is anything but easy.

When I can't see the bigger picture.

When I know that growth is painful.

Being faced with my own shortcomings is painful.

Not knowing is painful.

But trusting.

Trusting in His masterplan.

Trusting that He has planted me here for good reasons.

He is like a tree planted beside streams of water that bears its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.
— Psalm 1:3, HCSB