We have been the bud—holding beauty tight in closed petals; letting love permeate each delicate tendril down through the stem that holds us and plunge deep into roots. There are seasons to focus inward and draw deep from the well of God’s love. He holds us softly and healing becomes more than a closing of the wounds—it is a place to wonder at how deeply we are loved.
This is not a place we can stay and God gently tugs us back to balance, pulling our eyes outward by the sacred rhythms of creation.
There is work to do.
It’s a delicious way to open the eyes to the world around, I think. A delicious way to unfold. But we are not ready to open to full bloom just yet. This place of tender love is sweet medicine.
Besides…there are still more tomatoes.