Season’s : I am a seed.

It’s been a long while since I came and shared a few insights.  I had on occasion wanted to come and share, however I believed that when the time is right it would happen and most importantly it wouldn’t be a strain or a task, I would flow.

My life for the last three years changed in leaps and bounds. My Mum suffered a stroke just as I was entering into a new season. At that time, everything had to be put on hold. That particular time was what I called then the “New Normal” as everything changed. Everything.

And as I was searching for answers and guidance I entered into another season without really being aware of it. I have been learning, serving and being broken into the woman who I was born to be. During this process I have been enlightened to learn patience, life learning is a long process, some areas have speed, acceleration and other areas are going to take time and now I am okay with that.

There is no change without growth, and growth is  painful. A seed planted into the soil, has to die. Failure to which it cannot bring forth that which it carries.I had to learn during this period what kind of seed I am. i had to learn my identity.

My focus at the time was what I would produce. The result, the fruit, however I have come to learn that my identity is so important before being planted, and accepting my identity is vital for a great harvest.

Once I learned this lesson, the first season took place. The season of planting.

The season of being planted began; it was the season to die to self.

 

 

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