In nature, many of the greatest things begin their journey in darkness.

Bamboo seeds remain buried underground for three to five years before they break through the soil to greet the sun.
A seed must first be broken, even die, before it can sprout and grow.
Caterpillars endure a silent, agonizing transformation in the tight darkness of a cocoon before they emerge as butterflies.
A baby elephant waits in its mother’s womb for nearly two years.
Even human life begins in the quiet, hidden shelter of the womb—nine months of waiting in mystery.

This is the way of life: great things take time.
And most often, they begin in the dark.

Photo: Etsy

Do you long for wisdom?
Then do not expect it to arrive overnight like a miracle.
Wisdom grows in the soil of daily effort and quiet reflection.
Read deeply. Write honestly. Sit humbly with teachers.
Pray—not just to speak, but to listen—to God, and to your own soul.

There will be times when you feel no growth.
Times of silence. Times of darkness.
Seasons when hope seems far, and giving up feels near.
You may feel buried.

But remember: Buried is not the same as dead.

Just as the tomb once held not only death, but the beginning of resurrection,
your darkness may yet be the cradle of new life.

Wait. Trust. Keep going. For what is hidden now may one day rise in glory.

Let us pray:

Lord Jesus,
You who were buried in the stillness of the tomb,
teach me to trust the quiet seasons of my life.
When all seems dark, when nothing appears to grow,
remind me: You too waited in the dark—
not in defeat, but in hidden victory.

You rose not in haste, but in perfect time.
And now Your risen life breathes hope into every grave I face.

So when I feel buried by sorrow,
weighed down by silence,
or lost in waiting,
help me believe that this too can be holy ground.

Break the seed of pride in me,
crack the shell of fear,
and let the roots of trust go deep beneath what is seen.

Give me the courage to wait with You in the tomb,
and the faith to rise with You in the morning.

You are the Lord of slow miracles,
the God of patient glory,
and the Savior who brings life from death.

Amen.

With love and prayers,

Little-pencil