I know you are tired of hearing this. That there’s a reason for the pain. Or a lesson in the breaking. A purpose to the hiding season, the seeming stagnant season. Bamboo looks like nothing for 4 or 5 years, and then it takes off, 80 feet in a week. You have been taken through the dark, your pain, your tears, your sweat, your Love woven into the very soil you are sprouting from, shooting up from.





