Bloom where you are planted

 

I approached the driveway and as I turned the car in, noticed three or four golden crocus blooming bravely on the tractor’s path into the field.

I’ve not seen them there before, and then remembered Don taking Greg down the drive a couple of years ago, planting the potpourri of bulbs which had been accidentally unearthed during the previous summer’s gardening activities.

Gregor probably planted those wee bulbs, and now they are blooming, in rather a precarious position. Hopefully, the farmer will enter and leave his field by the other gate over the next few weeks!!

A dear friend who moved here from the US had a plant pot in her kitchen, which bore the phrase, written on a wooden flower: bloom where you are planted. Kerry certainly did that, and she helped water the faith of many here where she was planted.

We are not always  planted in verdant pastures. Sometimes we are planted along tractor paths. In apparent wilderness places. Dependent then on Him for sustenance, for sunshine and water and food, those wilderness places can be places of personal flourishing.

May God help me, today, and you too, wherever we are planted, to bloom. To his glory.