Plant Yourself Where You Can Bloom

Once trees in our area started to bud and bloom, I noticed the one directly in front of our patio remained bare. Sticks and twigs where leaves should have been were all we could see as we gazed out our sliding glass door. I commented to my husband about it with a hint of concern in my voice, but he was not at all interested in the fate of the tree. He married a tree hugging hippie. He deals.

Within weeks, there were men in bright orange and yellow vests outside, uprooting the tree and replacing it with another. Brent commented, “I guess you were right.” (And we all say, “Duh….”)

The replacement tree, however, hasn’t been faring much better. The leaves are dry, curled, and withered. They’re still mostly green, but they’re limp. My resident horticulturist (hubs) reminded me that it can take trees a while to recover from being replanted. There’s a term for this, called “Transplant Shock.” When a tree is taken from one spot and planted in another, the root system goes into shock – and if the tree is not properly cared for, it will die.

What a stupid tree. Weakling. Don’t you know you’re supposed to bloom where you’re planted? Get over yourself. You were planted here, so bloom already. Psh.

BLOOM

I’ve never favored that phrase, “Bloom where you are planted.” Sometimes the soil sucks. Sometimes the very foundation we’re living on is worthless. Crumbling all around us. Unsustainable. It can sap us of everything we have. Sometimes, the soil is fine, but it dries up because there’s no water. There’s no life. There’s just a bunch of dirt. Sometimes, there are weeds. Rocks. Parasites. Flooding. Drought. Poison. Too much…..fertilizer. (Parable of the Sower)

Sometimes you can’t bloom where you’re planted, because the conditions absolutely won’t allow it. And if you don’t get up and plant yourself somewhere more favorable to your mission, you’ll die.

Sometimes, you’ll simply be in a season of transplant shock. You won’t bloom and you’ll look pitiful, while everything else around you seems to be growing as it should, and as you want to. You’ll be uncertain. You’ll second guess your decisions, your purpose. You’ll have to retreat really deep within yourself to find life again, but it’s there. And once you find it, you’ll thrive. But it might take a while.

Sometimes you’ll stay in the same spot you’ve always been, not even realizing you’re not doing anything. You thought it was normal to be a giant stick and twig show all day, every day, never producing proof of life. You’ll never see it coming when one day you’re completely uprooted and tossed aside for not being what you were created to be, because you didn’t realize you had potential beyond being a bump on a log.

Sometimes plants get too big for their britches and they need a new pot. They bloomed where they were planted, but if they stay there, they’ll choke themselves to death. They have to move – no matter how successful they’ve been in their current little flowerpot home. It’s not that anything or anyone is at fault – the pot is just a vessel, fulfilling its purpose for a season. It’s not a bad thing for a plant to be re-potted. It’s healthy, and helps keep the plant alive.

Friends – don’t hold yourself to faulty expectations. Don’t conform to something because there’s a cutesie little cliche telling you to do what everyone else thinks is easiest. Don’t take the easy way. Take the way you were meant to take.

You don’t have to bloom where you’re planted. You might not be a good fit for it.  You might be doing yourself more harm than good. You might be created to be a completely different plant in completely different soil producing completely different fruit. The important thing is, you’d better be producing fruit.

So plant yourself where you can bloom. Care for yourself the way you were created to be cared for, and bear your unique fruit. If you always do what others have always done, you’ll always be what others have always been.

It won’t always be easy. It might not take off right away. You might have a little transplant shock. But by golly, plant yourself where you can bloom.