A time to plant

 Bloom where you are planted
The glibly spoken line
Often quoted rarely lived
What does your field look like?

Mine well sometimes it is
A minefield, never knowing where to step
Sometimes like a puddle seeping in my shoe
Often like a river Polluted further up

If you were to see what I see
The maggots, the carelessly thrown carcass
Would you shudder and withdraw
Or cheerfully say bloom where you are planted

If your mission field is work
Where people are no longer valued
Where one-year contracts and no benefits
Are the order of the day
Where interns do a real days work
For no pay at all
And if you are different the bullies hone in
How to share Jesus in such a place
Or stay with the pack and survive?

One thing I know in the minefield of my life
When God has your back - it can happen
Celebrate yes celebrate our icky sticky mission fields
Jump for joy in the challenges of life
Sow those seeds of Gods mercy
Wherever you tread
Let the world know you are His