Flourish. I love this word. I imagine us to be a beautiful garden together. Daughters, sisters, mothers–lush and flourishing. Every one of us–on every continent and in every country–extending our arms, our hearts turned to the Son, soaking up goodness. When we are planted, rooted in community–the lonely really truly in families–breathing in Love that looks like commitment and authentic friendship, we will flourish.
I know what it’s like to be a stump. Dry and done. I never want to forget those days …
“Now the LORD has given us room and we will flourish in the land.”–Genesis 26:22