Blooming
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.
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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