GROWTH in My heart

A little seed was pushed from her protective shell, she felt lost and scared. Where was she going? Why?

She landed on an open leaf, happy to not be falling alone anymore.

She enjoyed the leaf for a time, but the wind blew again and away she went. She tried to understand why her shell didn’t want her there anymore. “Why did you open your arms and push me away? Were you not comforted by my place? Did we not fit?” she thought.

The little seed was so lost when she finally fell upon the ground. laying lightly atop of a layers of leaves and pine needles with the shade of the tree above her.

“Hello, little seed,” she heard.
“Who are you? Where are you?,”
little seed asked.
Then she heard “I’m under you, beneath the needles and leaves. I am soil.”
The little seed and the soil talked and talked. Little seed told of her journey: her small victories landing on the leaves, her sadness of them not closing around her like the pod, her confusion of being blown away by the wind again and again.

After some time passed, she felt herself burrowing down past the needles. She thought “I can feel the soil, no more layers are hiding him.”

She sighed deeply “Hello, soil. I’ve come so far to finally see and feel you.

In time she felt herself no longer on top of the soil, but instead she was embraced by the soil safe, comforted.

The seed and soil spent much time together. She felt herself changing. One day she realized she had a crack. She felt ashamed; she tried to hide it. She could not. Pieces of her were growing and reaching out into the soil.

She thought of the soil’s goodness, it’s embrace, and she grew further into him.

Until, she found herself pushed back up into the sunlight. It was on her face as she emerged from the layers of discarded leaves and needles.

What if she had never known soil? She wanted to cry out “I need you,” but she stayed silent as she felt the sun’s warmth for the first time.

Her tiny sapling body swayed in the breeze at first, but she grew stronger and stronger.

She was always afraid the soil would push her up as the pod pushed her out, until one day she realized she had grown into the soil. Her roots had taken hold and taken in all of the soil’s goodness and richness.

Hope had allowed her to blossom into the world as her roots dug deep into him.