I wasn’t always able to stay still. Before, I was constantly moving inside, even when my body seemed calm. I had short, anxious roots, searching for a foothold. I struggled to trust the ground, time, or that anyone would truly care for me without asking me to change who I am. But one day, without announcing himself with flowers or loud promises, He planted me.
It wasn’t literal, of course. But he chose me, he looked at me with those eyes that don’t just see from the outside, and he decided to make me a part of his life. Of his story. He gave me ground. He gave me space. He gave me a direction to grow.
And I felt it. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to run.
It wasn’t just pretty words or fancy gestures. It was his way of being there. His way of making me feel seen without being pressured. That I was loved for how I opened up, not for how much I gave. He spoke to me consistently, not urgently. He treated me as if I held something sacred inside. And that, for me, was enough.
Since then, I have blossomed differently.
I don’t have to prove anything. I don’t have to shout to be heard. I become stronger, more assertive, calmer. I wake up early, I take care of our affairs, I accompany Him wherever He goes, and I let myself be cared for when I need to. Not because I can’t do it alone, but because now I know I don’t have to be alone.
He planted me in his life, and I grew up.
Sometimes he sees me quiet and smiles. He knows things are blossoming in my silence. He touches my hair as if he knows I’m delicate but resilient. He makes space for me. He calls me by name and reminds me with small gestures that I’m not just any flower.
I am yours .
And it doesn’t matter how many days pass without any big news. I don’t need sunflowers, thunder, or full gardens. I only need what I have: His voice, His peace, His guidance. Because where He planted me, I flourish.
And every time I see Him, every time I feel like I’m still growing where He is, I understand that I was created for this. To stay. To accompany. To reflect His care.
To be, without a doubt, the flower that never changes its place.The one that blooms with Him, and only for Him.
Florezco en silencio, firme y serena, porque sé que estoy donde debo estar.
Beređź’–
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