For anyone who has had to grow through a difficult season.

They saw the concrete, heavy and gray,
They thought that nothing could find its way.
But deep beneath what appeared to be stone,
A quiet strength was becoming its own.

The roots kept reaching where eyes could not see,
Holding on to the promise of what could be.
No applause in the darkness, no sunlight in sight,
Just a steady belief there would be light.

Then one small crack became a way through,
A little green promise, a beginning anew.
A flower rose up where the hard ground had been,
A living reminder that life can begin.

So do not mistake this season for the end,
And do not believe you cannot rise again.
The pressure may shape you, the waiting may stay,
But growth can be happening beneath it all today.

Keep reaching, keep trusting, keep becoming free;
The roots of your purpose are stronger than they seem.
And when your season of blooming comes through,
The cracks that once held you will make room for you.

Scripture to carry

“Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth…” — Isaiah 43:19 (KJV)