I easily forget about my growth
I forget I’ve done good things
I forget that I didn’t always like me
Growth in people, it happens slowly
Not too visible, hard to point to
Unless you’ve long been watching
But what if I could see it
The same as any tree
The progress God sees in me
If I could appreciate seed turned sprout
Turned trunk, turned branch, turned leaf
I’d admire the transformation, the strength, the flourishing
Maybe this whole season I just stay green
But maybe in the next
Fruit springs off my tree
There are no items here.
