The Sprout
I noticed a tree in my front yard yesterday. A new little sprout of a tree. Probably six inches tall or so. It was growing through the concrete in my driveway.
I started to pull it up, but that little tree reminded me of something.
I thought about all that little sprout had to do to get to where it is.
That little seed had to make its way through that hot concrete to find enough ground to grow in.
Then, although mired in darkness, it had to find some light.
And it had to take water through the only opening available. One little hole.
Then it had to force its way back up through that concrete.
And it had to get big enough and strong enough till finally it could say, “I’m here Look at me.”
And isn’t life this way? Whatever is holding you back, you have to be like that little tree.
You have to find your way to a soil you can survive in.
You have to find the light. The place where you can be happy and overcome.
You have to take what you need to move on from where you need it. Even if it’s a simple as buying healthy food from the grocery store or as complex as finding the shelter or support group you need.
But then comes the good part.
You make your way back through that concrete. And while you went in a tiny, scared little seed. Knowing you were small enough to get through the tiny whole you found, but not sure if you can push your way out.
But you do. You absolutely do.
And what comes out is so much more beautiful than what went in.
And you’re strong.
And you push that concrete aside like it’s nothing.
And it crumbles at your new found strength.
And it was all because you found one small place in that concrete that would allow you to become the person you were all along. You just didn’t know it.
Keep on pushing….because I’m pulling for you.
I noticed a tree in my front yard yesterday. A new little sprout of a tree. Probably six inches tall or so. It was growing through the concrete in my driveway.
I started to pull it up, but that little tree reminded me of something.
I thought about all that little sprout had to do to get to where it is.
That little seed had to make its way through that hot concrete to find enough ground to grow in.
Then, although mired in darkness, it had to find some light.
And it had to take water through the only opening available. One little hole.
Then it had to force its way back up through that concrete.
And it had to get big enough and strong enough till finally it could say, “I’m here Look at me.”
And isn’t life this way? Whatever is holding you back, you have to be like that little tree.
You have to find your way to a soil you can survive in.
You have to find the light. The place where you can be happy and overcome.
You have to take what you need to move on from where you need it. Even if it’s a simple as buying healthy food from the grocery store or as complex as finding the shelter or support group you need.
But then comes the good part.
You make your way back through that concrete. And while you went in a tiny, scared little seed. Knowing you were small enough to get through the tiny whole you found, but not sure if you can push your way out.
But you do. You absolutely do.
And what comes out is so much more beautiful than what went in.
And you’re strong.
And you push that concrete aside like it’s nothing.
And it crumbles at your new found strength.
And it was all because you found one small place in that concrete that would allow you to become the person you were all along. You just didn’t know it.
Keep on pushing….because I’m pulling for you.
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