Bloom Where You Are Planted
Flowers do not choose where they are planted. People are different. We chart a course for our lives and settle our roots in the profession of our choosing. We decide when it's best to start a family, buy a house, or change careers. We decide where we want to be planted, and choose the frequency of our blooms. Right? Well, not really. In fact, when I was in charge of my planting, I didn't do such a great job. I had children instead of finishing college, made a career out of something that was intended to be temporary, had a failed relationship and moved too many times to count. When the dust finally settled in my late 20's, I was alone, under-educated and a mother of two young children. Accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior at the age of 29 was an easy thing to do. I KNEW I was a sinner and needed help, I had no trouble believing that Christ was the son of God and died for those sins. I was messed up and needed direction. Jesus was giving it for f