This particular phrase: “grow where you’re planted” is
one that I often hear. It’s a sweet and,
might I say cliché, phrase used to inspire or uplift a person. Sometimes, though, this concept is a
challenging one to accept. At least this is true of me:
I grew up in the desert. And as many people from the High
Desert of California can attest to, the most commonly held goal here is to move
away. I actually have moved away, twice. Yet, I’ve been re-“planted” here again
without a definite idea of how long I’ll stay.
This phase of life has been one with many dark days, I
don’t want to make it sound perfect and sugar-coated. But I’ve been trying diligently to turn my
focus to the things I enjoy about the desert: its strange beauty. The sunrises
and sunsets. The healthy church I am blessed to attend. The many, quality
people I do life with here. The graciousness of my family in allowing me to
live with them again. Free rent:). And some time to recover from a rather
traumatic end-of-college experience.
I have absolutely no idea what is coming up in my future, but fostering a contented spirit is something that seems appropriate in any
season of life…
Just some of my thoughts this Friday morning.
