When The Urge to Sprout Is Stronger Than The Urge to Stay Buried

26-10-2025
Waking up in the morning with the urge to write… to put it back out there, to release, let go, open my arms and jump again. Trusting, freely, lightly. With “leveza”. Now one of my new favourite words in Portuguese. But actually, no, that’s not correct; I didn’t wake up with the urge to write. The urge, the itch, the call to write woke me up! I couldn’t pretend to go back to sleep. Close my eyes and wait to doze back off. No. Zing! That’s what my eyes did. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my Bibles and journals and gave my sister a kiss on the way out. Which, somehow she didn’t clean off as she normally does. God is gracious to me. And now here I am. On the floor of my mother’s studio. With a rug, some pillows and a ceiling fan blowing on me. Praying, devoting my life to Him and worshipping Him. Worshipping Him with my writing. Worshipping Him through doing what He has created me to do.

This is devotion too.

Create.

My eyes fill up with tears. My urge is back. This craving is back. This hunger is back. I’m quenching this thirst again. This thirst I had been praying for. This thirst I missed so much.

In Nurturing My Heart’s Garden — I wrote about how “onkruid”, weeds in Dutch, can suffocate my plants, flowers and trees from growing. It kills all my green. It chokes my passion, obstructing it from breathing freely and deeply.
Then, in A Bonfire In The Garden — I wrote about how I was having a bonfire in my heart, as I was removing all the garden waste and throwing it on a pile to be burned. Growing into a bigger ball of fire as I searched my heart, unplugged each weed with its root, pruned each branch without thinking twice and threw it on the pile.
In Reign In The Garden — I wrote about the torrential rain in my heart. The washing away of all the ash left from the bonfire. About Christ reigning in my heart.

The rain soaked the earth. The soil and each root in it drank of the water till they could no more. And as we know, after rain always comes sunshine. Birds chirping. Insects crawling. Butterflies fluttering. Buds breaking through. Life is living again. And new life is being born again. New buds of green coming through. Sprouts birthing from the ground. My passion has awakened. It is renewed. It is born again.

The urge to sprout is stronger than the urge to stay buried.
The urge to write is stronger than the urge to sleep.

I thank You, Lord. For You are gracious to me. For Your faithfulness never fails me. I thank You, Jesus. I thank You, for You have returned, refilled, revitalised this passion in me.

Hebrews 11:11 (TPT) — ”Sarah’s faith embraced God’s miracle power to conceive even though she was barren and was past the age of childbearing, for the authority of her faith rested in the One who made the promise, and she tapped into his faithfulness.“