Remember That Dream You Planted?

I write my newsletters in real time and chose Wednesday intentionally. With that said, it's been a busy week on many levels. Maybe at some point, I'll lean more towards automated delivery.

I've been planting seeds lately. I've planted many throughout my life and have been blessed to see them come to fruition. The harvest depends as much on the seed as it does on the faith required to believe in the fullness of it.

This is my third newsletter in a row on faith. It's the message I've been receiving to stay grounded in + share. Through everything in my life, faith is my foundation. If it feels like I'm doubling down on that truth, it's because I am.

More than 20 years ago, moving across the country and starting my life over was a dream I held close.

For about 10 of those years, it took shape very strategically. I was a single mother raising two daughters, and I knew in my spirit God would open that door after they had both left the nest. Step by step, I prepared them for what that move may look like for us as a family and kept them in the loop the whole way through. Their level of support has been immeasurable.

Today, they're both adults learning their own way and navigating life on their own terms. I couldn't be more proud of the women they are continuing to become.

This is the universal connection we have as humans. We all have seeds planted in the ground, dreams tucked away, and plans that have had to wait for the right seasons in our lives. We tend to use time as our guide while we continue to water the seeds, wondering when, or even if, the harvest will flourish. God's promise is never on a timeline consistent with our own.

Here I am now, four years after the move, in the process of planting new seeds in every part of my life. Every day, another seed goes into the ground, from my overall outlook on my new timeline to the belief that where I may not see growth quite yet, I will begin to see the fruits of my labor in due time.

Time feels like it's passing by much quicker these days. Four years is actually a millisecond compared to the years of preparation from the seeds planted back then. And still, I can already see what faith has grown in these four years.

Wherever we are in our own seasons, this is a gentle reminder to keep watering and holding on. What we can't see yet is still growing, and the Gardener is working it all for our good.

"For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay." Habakkuk 2:3 (NIV)

"This Weeks Reflection"

What's one small sign that something is breaking ground from a seed you've planted?

What would change if you stopped counting the years and started noticing the growth?

Until next time,

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Nicole Z.

Photo by Pranav Gavali on Unsplash​