You Were Made to Bloom Again

In winter, a tree looks dead. No leaves, no flowers, no fruit — anyone unfamiliar with the seasons would swear it's finished. But the tree hasn't died; it's waiting. Its roots are still alive, drawing from hidden water, quietly preparing for the next spring. Maybe you're in a winter like that: on the outside, it looks like nothing will ever bloom in you again. But planted by the spring that is God, your life isn't over — it's remaking itself underneath, in the roots, where no one sees. The fruit comes "in its season," not before. Don't force the spring; just stay planted near the Water. The winters of the soul are real, but they are not eternal. You were made to bear fruit again, to have green leaves again, to bloom again. Your winter is preparing a spring you can't yet imagine.