BURIED FOR BLOOMING

There was a time I believed I had buried myself too deep — lost in the thick, dark soil of despair. I would whisper to the heavens, “I’ve dug myself into a hole,” as the weight of life pressed down like layers of earth being piled upon me. I felt hidden… forgotten… covered.

But I see it now. What felt like burial was actually a planting.

The soil that surrounded me — that wilderness of brokenness and shadow — wasn’t my grave. It was sacred ground. Soil breathed into being by God Himself. The same soil that formed humanity, full of life-giving nutrients, was covering me not to smother me, but to nurture something new.

Within that rich earth, a seed — my seed — was resting. Waiting. Drawing from the presence of my Heavenly Father. And in time, He began to whisper to the buried parts of me. He began to call me forth, not with shouts, but with a song.

A new song.

And now, that seed is stirring. The roots that once held old pain have found new purpose. Shoots are breaking through the surface. Life — real, divine, redeemed life — is breaking through what once looked like loss.

Genesis 40:10 says, “And in the vine were three branches: and it was as though it budded, and her blossoms shot forth; and the clusters thereof brought forth ripe grapes.”

This is my budding season. And if you’re still beneath the soil, I promise — you’re not buried, friend. You’re being planted.

The harvest is coming.

‘The wilderness doesn’t mean He isn’t with you. The wilderness is where He is cultivating the bloom within you.”