It Starts with a Seed Story by Billy Jack Brawner Somewhere in some corner of the world sits a seed.
And somewhere in some corner of the world sits you.
Maybe it's tucked away in the pocket of last season's chore coat.
Or disregarded in the bottom of an otherwise empty hardware store packet.
Or dropped and left alone on the floor of a garden shed.
Maybe you're on a park bench,
Getting ready to make your next move.
Or at your kitchen table after a hard conversation.
Or in front of your computer with minutes and hours and days of work left to do.
Wherever it is,
It sits there containing within it almost all the necessary pieces to grow.
Wherever you are,
You sit there containing within you almost all the necessary pieces to grow.
To burst out of the ground into the beautiful plant it was made to be.
To burst forth into the beautiful person you were made to be.
But it will need nurture.
You will need nurture.
To be planted in good soil.
To be given water,
Sunshine,
Shade.
To be put in places that make you come alive.
To be given space to sort it all out.
Tools to learn and grow and be.
Then time to wait and watch as what's always been becomes the fullness of what it was made to be.
Then time to wait and watch as what you've always been becomes the fullness of who you were made to be.