Military wives hear that a lot. It eventually begins to go in one ear and out the other, as cliches often do. Sometimes we aren't somewhere long enough to bloom. The right seasons don't arrive while we are there. Other times blooming seems like entirely too much work. What with all the water drinking, photosynthesis, bursting out of the seed, poor soil conditions, the differing and unpredictable climate, and those stinkin' bees! Whew! Blooming makes you just plain sweat. Sometimes there isn't a soul around to water you and you wait on God to send the rain. It's just you and Him and you wait, thirsty. And once I bloom? What do I do then? I need to know the plan now before I go to all that work. As cliche as the blooming thing is, I have recently been thinking about it from a Biblical perspective. The Biblical equivalent of blooming where you are planted is contentment. And the Bible is full of perspective on contentment. Look at 1 Timothy 6:6.
There has been some controversy over Jamie's blog regarding military wives and how we talk about the area where we are stationed. I don't know that I have anything new to add to that discussion, anything more than has already been said. A person's hometown can be a sacred thing, I guess. The mores and customs of our own local culture are held very deep to our core. But all that discussion has sent my wheels turning about my own ability to bloom where I am planted. And truth be told, I haven't been as good at it as I could have been or even as good as I thought I had been.
What can I do to bloom bigger and more beautiful, to bloom abundantly? I don't know the answers to that question but I am working on finding them. I have to find them. Cause I guess that you have to bloom to see the Son.