A little sunshine and springtime go a long way in aiding the blooming process.
In an outside-of-me sense, this was our house this winter notice the very unfinished paint job around the front door . . .
this is our house now, after a sunny afternoon notice the very finished paint job around the front door!
We are planted here. This house is going to bloom. One little project at a time.
In an inside-of-me sense, this phrase "Bloom Where You're Planted" is creating tension for me. In a good way. It is such a cliche and I don't really like cliches. In fact, at times I downright detest them. But, I read a post with this title on another blog recently, and I've been mulling it over. It is resonating with me. I've been exploring all the stuff in my head and my soul, figuring out what is worth time and effort, what will last, what's important. I'm wanting strength and contentment, not the weakness that comes from too much stress and uncertainty. These thoughts are coming along, and I'm grateful that I'm on the way to figuring some of this out right now, while I'm 31, I've been married for almost 10 years, and my kiddos are 6 + 7. There's lots of time to put into practice the results of this soul-searching.
“Bloom where you are planted” is one of those old tried and true aphorisms, and can sound an awful lot like “make the most of what you’ve got and where you’re at." This past year has been full of changes. Some anticipated and happy and fullfilling. Some completely out-of-the-blue and hard and cause for bending and stretching and taking new directions. We've been moved to totally new soil in many areas of our life . . . I could hunker down and go dormant (some days that's what I really feel like doing), or I can press ahead, find some water and a bit of sunshine to feed on and be nurtured by, make the most of where I am, and bloom. I'm working on blooming.