Bloom Where You Are Planted

"Because you find who you are in the process. "


I never thought around this time last year, that I would be moving back to Ohio, the place I swore to myself I would never move back to. Little did I know that God had another plan for me. 

When God revealed to me that He wanted me back in Ohio I fought Him on it. I went before the Lord for a week straight in prayer to see if He would change His mind. He didn’t.

You see I thought and knew that Texas was my next move after California. So hearing that I Ohio was my next move and not Texas really had me upset. I began to question if I heard God correctly about moving to Texas. At that moment God revealed to me that I was needed there more than I was wanted there. And let me tell you that there is a big difference between being needed and wanted, oh boy did it take me a second to realize that.

 

To bloom where God was planting me I had to be pruned. Things had to be uprooted and broken off of me and for that to happen I needed to surrender my plans on how my time back home would go. 


When I moved three years ago it was because I was trying to escape from off of the pain I was feeling and was beginning to consume me. So moving to California was me running from unspoken hurt, daddy issues, mother wounds, broken relationships, past traumas, etc. So going back to the place where it all begin scared me.

 But then I read a post-it note on my wall that said "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." - Isaiah 41:10 (NIV) 

The peace I felt after reading that scripture consumed me and showed me that I wasn't alone and that my Daddy would be there every step of the way.

A few months after moving back home I went to a women’s conference expecting to hear from God like never before. I was still adjusting to being back and was tired of people asking me why did I move back to Ohio and not stay in California. When I would respond and say “God told me to come back.”, it just didn’t seem like a good enough answer. That conference was the first of many ways God began to heal me. The ladies at that conference spoke so much life over and in me, at some points, I felt like they were reading my personal mail.

 

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