Bloom where you’re planted

March 16, 2015

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life. If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there will my servant be also. If anyone serves me, the Father will honour him. Now is my soul troubled. And what shall I say? ‘Father, save me from this hour’? But for this purpose I have come to this hour. Father, glorify your name.

And if You should lead me where I would rather not go, I would, still. Give me the faith to stand, let me walk through my oceans. That Easter is coming, and we remember Your death – I don’t want to die; I want to struggle on with my minimum, with this I can stumble on but if You bring me to a place where I am overwhelmed and die, what then? You say I bear much fruit then.

It’s only the deaths of little things; little dreams, little hopes, little plans. Except, I am made up of these little things and You call me to unclench my hands. You ask for all of me.

What’s hard about it is these aren’t unnecessarily bad things. No vices, no bad habits. I’d just like to see my husband every day.

I suppose there must be an art to dying. It’s okay. I’ll obey. Things will make sense one day.


3 Responses to “Bloom where you’re planted”

  1. debloone Says:

    Wishing i could give you a hug right now!! *hugs*

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