Budding

From my journal||"I wish I could put into words how I've felt these days, this year. I think this must be what it feels like to be budding, or covered in blossoms. Almost ready to bear fruit in some areas, but not quite. Bright. Beautiful. Sure. Like a peach tree who thought she was a lilac bush and only good for one thing: being looked at. Never actually going to bear fruit and cross the line, that line of crucial difference between a peach tree + a lilac. One, for beauty's sake. The other, necessary for life. Required. Valuable. Fruitful. 

To be beautiful + needed, that is what I have discovered I am. 

I am a peach tree + I am praising Christ for that, because I always loved the lilacs, but peach trees bear fruit. 

I am useful.