Just like a plant first emerges from the soil,
I feel that burst of energy after my labor and my toil
I have prepared this new beginning that was written in the stars.
Will I miss my sweet darlings? Will they always be in my heart?
Of course they will for that is who God made me to be.
A person who loves and stays committed to thee. ❤️
But I am so very excited to plant new seeds.
To bear new crop, to have more reach.
Will I miss my old garden and all my farming friends?
Of course, but this is just a new plot of land.
Some bare acres await me and all my ideas.
How exciting to lead, to lift others, to calm fears.
The doubters might think "yeah she is in for a treat."
But the treat is in the soil, the gardeners, and the seeds. 🌱
I am not the treat.
I am simply the sun, ☀️
the rain, and one of the tools to help the garden run.
I am not all of that of course.
I am no fool to this game.
But to be on the team and be invited to play! 🥳
Is the best feeling in the world to be appreciated, to feel heard.
The anticipation explodes inside me.
No longer a noun, I can be a verb!
Some tears will be shed over the last garden I built.
I will see you all again.
This flower just had to leave before she wilt. 🌸