Thank you for where you’ve planted me
in rich soil where I will grow.
You’ve hemmed me in, cornered me,
and though I’ve fought to flee,
you’ve stayed me.
I praise you for rooting me in you,
upturning, upheaving the environment around,
repotting, replanting me
so that I would take root,
caring for me in transition,
that my roots may grow deeper still
in the promised land you’ve brought me to.
Thank you for the community
you are raising up and nurturing around me,
wise, beautiful, loving, supportive souls
that know your hand and pruning,
speaking truth and life,
rising to the Son.
I never believed the place I was running from,
would be the place of your restoration —
hidden dreams and promises to be birthed,
but I believe now,
and repent of doubting your love,
and praise you for your lovingkindness
that has met me time and time again when I’ve run.
I surrender all to you Lord,
and I trust you.
You work all things for good and for your glory.
I bless you Lord.