Blooming

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Am I blooming where I'm planted?

This topic came up recently along with the question of what I want to be and what I want to do.
Once upon a great while ago, I would have yelled, YES! Look at me, I am the model of blooming. Notice the impact I am making in the ground, just soaking up the sun in all its goodness.I know, my blooms are pretty - what about yours?
Can that be said of me now? I was filling out my application to become a student cru staff member for the summer at Walt Disney World when I got stuck. The question boggled me. Am I influencing my campus now and making the most of my opportunity as a student with Cru?

I have to be honest. While I am growing in discipleship, my discipling of others is at a standstill. I believe in prayer, but am not holding onto its power. I trust the Word of God, but I am not living it each day. My hope is in His grace, but I am not abiding in His forgiveness every moment.

I am a timid vine, not a full-fledged rose. That I would daily grow and become a strong woman who delights in Him and in others is my cry. As David writes in Psalm 121:

I lift up my eyes to the hills- Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let [my] foot slip... 

I may not feel like blooming, but it is not of my strength, but of His help that lets me blossom.

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