Today God showed me that I am a seedling.
His seedling.
He planted me in rich soil to grow in Him.
I am weak and wobbly,
but still His.
Covered with a cracked shell,
yep, that’s me.
Fragile and not fully seen,
but coming out to live, grow, and follow the SON.
Day by day, gaining strength and stature.
Until the day I am tall and in full bloom,
and birds and butterflies kiss my head.
Then I am no longer a seedling,
I am a flower.
A bright yellow SONflower
that thrives in the warmth of the Son.
I sense His beauty within and embrace summer.
I feel most alive.
But soon the time comes when my bloom begins to fade.
Something changes in me,
I feel a shift in focus.
From my fading bloom,
I change once again.
No longer a seedling, no longer a flower,
now back to seed.
Not one but many new seeds begin to fill my center.
Those hard shells steal my strength and color,
leaving me tired and ready to rest.
As I droop my weary head and die,
I leave a part of me.
I leave a part of Him.
Seeds fall, pouring out from my once bright bloom.
His seeds.
Seeds that will once again be buried in rich soil,
to live, grow and follow the SON.
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Oh, the beauty of being His seedling!
Bloom, friends, bloom.
Follow the Son!
PS I am NOT normally a poem writer. Not sure where this came from, except I feel small and lanky after first radio show. I feel like a seedling with hope for that big bloom! 
Show went really well overall. God gave us words. I have so much to learn, so far to grow. Yep, I am a seedling! His SON is shining down on me and His sweet B.
(pic taken in my parent’s greenhouse, last summer)
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