I declare I bloom in places where I was once dismissed.
I declare I am not waiting for the perfect environment—I grow in what I’ve been given.
I declare that the rejection didn’t stop the root—it deepened it.
I declare I am bearing fruit in places people thought would never nourish me.
I declare what was meant to suffocate me is now the soil for my strength.
I declare I don’t need a platform to bloom—my growth speaks for itself.
I declare God has made me resilient, resourceful, and rooted in Him.
I declare I am blooming in silence, but when I rise, it will be undeniable.
I declare even in a dry place, I am watered by His Word and His Spirit.
I decree and declare that this is my blooming season—and nothing can block my growth.
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