The growing doesn’t happen in comfort, in quickness.
I wanted to flourish , but tore out of
The net when I became entangled.
I rushed through the burning flames for the easy way out.
The water rushed in, and I’d rather drown than work my way to swimming.
I could have been

Purified, sanctified, if I’d just endure the trials.

But I breezed past instruction, I
Chose to be indifferent as I fed by own desires, what made me satisfied.
When, in reality, I was still hungry.
I was begging for water in dry land.
And it happened so fast – I blinked
Then I was wandering.
Despite my rush to set you aside,
Still
You brought me out.

You called me, and drew me until I
Found myself back at Your Feet again.
To learn how to sit still in the next.
To endure the burning off the furnace.
To float on the surface with patience instead of
Sinking.
To persevere in the testing.

True abundance is this.

Mishy 🦋🩵☁️