Gradual Growth

On By K.L. HaleIn Poetry

๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐š๐ฒ. ๐ˆ๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ก๐ง๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐œ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐.

๐Œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ. ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐จ๐ง. ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐. ๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ.๐Ÿ’•

Have faith ๐Ÿ’š

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41 thoughts on “Gradual Growth”

      1. blindzanygirl

        You are cert welcome. I have just found out how to reply on your blog! I have been wanting to for a whike! It worked today. I hope it goes on working. Your blog is lovely โค๏ธ

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      2. Thank you so much for your kind words, Lorraine. Iโ€™m so glad itโ€™s working for you! I enjoy yours as well. ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’•โค๏ธ

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  4. Well said dear lady, we all do bloom at our own time. Just like that flower you spoke of, we are all different in type, color, shape, scent and what we give out…but all are magnificent in just being ourselves. Do we expect a flower or bird or insect to ‘be’ anything? Of course not, so we must learn to not project our fears and expectations onto others too. Beautiful post, thank you for sharing your heartfelt garden ๐Ÿ˜€ โค๏ธ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ ๐Ÿฆ‹

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    1. โ€œDo we expect a flower or bird or insect to โ€˜beโ€™ anything?โ€~Mark, what a great thought! I appreciate your words and support so much! ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

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  8. This is beautifully written. It makes me think about why I unplugged from social media “temporarily,” and it’s been about six weeks and I really DON’T miss any of it, especially “Fakebook.” If someone wants to reach out, they can take five extra minutes to call me directly! (No one has reached out [so much for being “loved”] !) Eventually, I will have to sign back on for work-related reasons. Ugh!

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    1. Stacy, thank you for your kind words and support! Friends, if youโ€™re reading this response go to Stacyโ€™s website now! You are an inspiration for so many reasons. I left Facebook in June 2018. I donโ€™t miss it. I understand I could sneak on there so I could see pics of my grandkids and family. We have our ways of communicating. And Iโ€™m not going down a rabbit hole of things that just donโ€™t grow my soul. I love entertainment; but social media is a sticky wicket. Itโ€™s taken all I have to start an authorโ€™s IG while learning new software for writing. I have a handful of friends that call. I love it! Life isnโ€™t any busier these days than they were 20 years ago. I look back and donโ€™t know how I had the energy to do all the driving to class in person, classes, daily face to face, keeping up with my familyโ€ฆwe did it because it was priority and we knew nothing different. Social Media has made us lazy communicators. Emojis replace words, technology replaces dialogue. Iโ€™m all for learning and growing~just not platforms of hate and dissension. My email is finleyriverpublishing@gmail.com. Iโ€™d love to chat (Iโ€™ll give you my rotary number..I mean cell)about your AWARD ๐Ÿฅ‡! I canโ€™t wait to hear all about it. Thank you for being such a lovely human in this space! You are supported and loved. ๐Ÿ’›

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  10. Excellent poem and post! Comparing ourselves to others is a negative outcome almost all of the time – I only compare myself to who I am and who I want to become. That is, am I doing better today than yesterday? How can I improve myself? These are the questions that allow for growth in a positive way!

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  11. Amen sis!! โ™ฅ๏ธ I adore your poem and the beautifully written words that accompanied it.

    You are so right. It is very easy to compare and find ourselves either thinking weโ€™re ahead or behind. The truth is – the more behind we become because instead of running our own race, we watch someone achieve theirs. Thatโ€™s tragic.

    Sending loads of love to you. Praying each of us find healing, wholeness and joy in our own story. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ

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    1. Thank you so much, Holly, for your sweet words of encouragement. Iโ€™m sending loads of love right back and hope you and yours are doing well! I love your last sentence. Perfect. ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿค—

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  12. atimetoshare.me

    What a wonderful blessing to know that God has an amazing future planned for each of us. Weโ€™re all unique yet part of his family because of his unconditional love.โค๏ธ

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  19. I’m definitely living this out in my present season of life. Both sides at different times.

    Remembering God’s reminder that life is not a race, that the race I am running with Him is different to everyone else’s, and that’s ok.

    At other times, struggling to abandon the pain if the word “should.” There will always be destinations we feel we could have been at by now “if only we’d…” but that lives into the neverending to-do lists we can find ourselves shackled by.

    God helps us to stop, listen to Him, and lay it all down at the feet of Jesus.

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