My mother used to tell me and my sisters, “bloom where you’re planted.” She meant wherever you are, do the best you can do. I used to very much envy where other’s were planted. I wanted a transplant! Later, I realized God was the One who had assigned me my lot and my portion.
I wanted that kind of contentment, and it needed it to happen right where I was. Surely the God of the Universe knew what He was doing putting me here. Surely He was aware of my frustrations and my inabilities. My mentor (Elisabeth Elliott via radio) taught that God does not make it difficult for us to follow Him; He remembers we are dumb sheep who need a good shepherd.
“But for those who are righteous, the way is not too steep and rough, You are a God who does what is right, and You smooth out the path ahead of them.” Isaiah 26:7
I began to see why my mother’s words were repeated so often to us. It’s a choice to be content. I needed to be thankful for where God had placed me and know that’s where He wanted me. He did not make a mistake. I just needed to grow beautifully.
God, always, always You offer a spot for me to bloom. The way is never too rough to follow You. Thank You for my spot in life and my inheritance in Your Kingdom.