Growth

We chase what is comfortable 

Seeking ease

Shrinking away

From what is difficult 

Because it pushes our buttons

We fear our inadequacies will be laid bare

Everyone will know!

So we keep up the facade

Of everything is fine

Rather than face 

This lesson 

We only want to feel the good stuff

What we miss

Is that this is happening for a reason

Just as the outer shell of a seed breaks open

So that beautiful, new growth can sprout 

We are the same

And so yes

Maybe some situations are the pits 

But just like that peach pit I planted 

At memere and peperes house when I was little

Something beautiful grows from that "pit"

And so I celebrate what rubs me wrong

The situations that make me question 

The things that break me down 

Because nothing beautiful and worthwhile 

Ever comes from hiding 

I say it every morning 

And I say it again 

"In perfect love and perfect trust"