well, we've been here for more than 6 months now, and I do believe we are beginning to bloom!when we got here, I felt strongly that God was telling me to sit quietly. Not to jump in and volunteer here, there, and everywhere; but to establish our family rhythm. My last day at PWOC at Fort Sill, my dear friend Crystal read a devotional that deeply touched my heart. It was about a rose bush that was in full bloom, and that it was time to cut some of the roses so others could enjoy them. I loved that word picture... it comforted me to think about how much I had grown... and also to know that my time growing in that place was over...
...at least until we were here for a bit, and then I felt like I was a rose dying in a vase on someone's table. Not quite as comforting.
But I still felt like God said, "wait." And I have. Last week, at PWOC the lady that gave the devotional spoke about our lives as military spouses. The ups and downs of moving our family around and trying to settle in; just to get up and go again. And referencing the book, After the Boxes are Unpacked; she compared us to a bulb.
A bulb blooms... it pollinates and leaves some of itself behind. But it also can be dug up and planted in a new place to bloom again. The thing is, when a bulb is planted... you can't really tell for awhile. Its just there under the ground waiting for the right time to bloom.
I think its time.
*the flowers were free from our neighborhood office. They are filling in our urns so beautifully.