“Beloved, I know you have called yourself a Late Bloomer.

I know you have watched others blossom sooner and wondered if it is too late for you. That you had been overlooked.

Let Me speak to the places where the voice of comparison once whispered judgement and condemnation, and where hopelessness felt stronger than My Love.

You did not miss your moment. Your moment was protected.

I held you in The Secret Place, hidden for a season.

Where your great faith grew without applause, where endurance formed without recognition, where humility became strength.

Late Bloomers are not behind. They are built to last. You were never late. You were planted deeper into different Soil.

Some flowers bloom early because they only last for a few months. When hardship comes, they wither and fade away.

But you were being prepared to withstand winds, and heat, and the bitter cold of winter.

You required depth before display so that you then could overcome and endure what they cannot.

I kept you hidden so your roots could grow without competition, without comparison, without being scorched by expectations of others before your time.

I have tended you carefully and lovingly.

I AM the Master of the Garden, the Husbandman.

I know when to plant.

I know when to water.

I know when to gently prune.

And I know exactly when to bring you forth.

Do not look back and mourn the years.

I was with you in every one of them.

Nothing in My Garden blooms too late.

Nothing grows too slowly.

Nothing is ever forgotten.

Late Bloomers are My joy.

They surprise the fields of the world.

They last through all the seasons.

They shall feed many.

I AM the Master of the Garden and I do not bring forth My Own before your Roots are strong.

Late Bloomers are not behind. They are built to flourish in the hardest of circumstances.

And now, Beloved, I AM shifting and accelerating the times and the seasons.

What took years to form beneath the surface will now emerge with a Beauty that will surprise the world.

Your growth will appear sudden to others, but it will feel right on time to you.

The world confuses waiting with failure. But this waiting produced unstoppable faith. It produced patience and strength.

The Fruit coming from your life will carry richness, maturity, and weight.

It will not be fragile.

It will not be shallow.

It will never spoil.

The Final Season is here.

Fruit is appearing where you once saw only soil.

Bud after bud will open with ease.

What took years to form will now unfold swiftly because your Foundation was already formed and is strong.

Do not fear, Dear One.

I AM bringing you forth from the Hidden Place.

I AM your Glory and the Lifter of your head.

You are blooming right on time and because you waited, you will shine like the stars forever and ever and like the Sun in all His Brilliance.

You shall flourish like the Palm Tree, as powerful and strong as a Cedar, planted in The House of The LORD, bearing fruit unto old age.

I will restore your years so that you will remain fresh and healthy and strong.

You are a Glorious Tree of Righteousness, the Planting of The LORD.”

 

~ Deborah Waldron Fry

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Deborah Waldron Fry

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