grow where you’re planted.

Grow where you’re planted. It’s a thought that I’ve been tossing around in my mind a lot recently. I can’t remember when or how or where I heard it; all I know is that it has stuck with me. I knew it somehow applied to my current season and situation, and have been asking God for insight on it…
Right now, I’m in a strange season of life. I returned home from YWAM 6 months ago (exactly, actually). It’s been a difficult time of adjusting to my old habitat as a “new” person. But man, it has been good. I have grown so much, and am learning to rely solely on God, regardless of who and what is surrounding me. Not to mention that I absolutely love Lancaster County and the fact that I get to call it home! However, I feel an undeniable pull towards “the ends of the earth”, if you will. The idea that my life would be full of travel was one that God began to speak to me as a senior in high school, and my time in YWAM really confirmed that for me.
I’ve recently made several attempts to make plans for “the next adventure”. As each one fell through, I got more and more discouraged. I’m dying to GO, but here I am—STAYing. I began doubting and questioning everything that I felt God had spoken to me about my life and my purpose, and at one point, even felt like He simply had no interest in using me. But I knew that that is not at all the character of the God that I know, and began searching for peace in my situation.
Last week, I was at work—milking cows. The barn is where I do my best thinking, or possibly where I hear God the clearest (Seriously! I know many fellow farmhands who would agree with me on this!) This particular evening was no exception. God gave me a picture of what it looks like and what it means to “Grow where you’re planted.”
Consider a flower…ultimately, it is taken home and planted outdoors, where it can grow and thrive. But that’s not where it begins. It begins in the winter, in a small pot, indoors. The seed is planted, and the small plant begins to grow. When warm weather rolls around, the flower is transplanted outdoors, and continues to thrive. If the gardener had transplanted it earlier, it would have died in the winter and early spring frost. In order for the flower to grow and reach it’s ultimate destination, it had to first grow and mature indoors, under the care and watchful eye of the gardener. And so it is with me…
I am the flower, God the gardener. And currently, home is my small indoor pot. Right now, my job is to allow God to continue growing me, trusting that when the right season comes, I’ll be transplanted “outdoors”. If I don’t grow and thrive here, I can’t be uprooted and moved. And as for when and where I will be moved, that’s not for me to fret over. The Gardener knows what He’s doing. He’s keeping careful watch over me, and waiting for the right season to carefully move me to a new location.
I love this picture. I was especially hit by the realization that I don’t have to try to figure out where and when to make the next move. I’m simply the plant! God just wants us to focus on really growing where we are, whatever the situation is, so that we are prepared for the next season.
If you’re like me, and feel restless in your current situation, rest in the knowledge that you are right where you’re at for a reason. Don’t worry about the future—simply focus on the present and allow God to grow you in it. He’s the most skilled gardener I know, and He’ll surely transplant you when the time is right!




