Bloom Where You Are Planted . . . or Don’t

Rather than expecting our lives to flourish with external blooming, we can trust that God works within us to produce fruit in his timing.

Two years ago I lost one of the most important men in my life—my grandpa.

The man who gave me the name “Sheffy” and who taught me how to shoot a gun inside of his old Kentucky barn. The same man who, two days later, implemented a “Sheffy safety goggle gun rule” after I took my BB-gun and shot a metal pan a couple meters away from me. The bullet ricocheted off the pan and hit me right in between the eyes. The scar and memory are still evident.

We weren’t able to return to the States for his funeral. Being a continent apart from family in times like that is painful. But our friends-like-family here in Tanzania showed up. They came to pray with us, and they brought food, our favorite coffee, and flowers. One of my closest friends brought me a sign that said “bloom where you are planted.” She told my sister and me to choose a tree that she would plant in our garden to honor our grandfather. It was touching.

I put the sign in my kitchen. Every time I passed by it, I would pause and feel two very conflicting emotions. I felt gratitude for the life of my grandpa and for the love of my friend. I also felt irrationally and relentlessly annoyed. Our kitchen is usually the happiest and most exciting place in our home . . . and that sign was completely ruining my attitude and the kitchen vibe.

I couldn’t figure out why I was having such an adverse reaction to the sign. I left it up out of sheer obligation, but I grew more and more weary of its message. One day I even stopped and whispered “no” to it. Yes. I talk to, and sometimes argue with, inanimate objects. So do you. The world keeps spinning.

A few weeks went by, and I was asked to record a video for a Mother’s Day event with the theme of, you guessed it, “bloom where you are planted.” As my video message to the ladies turned darker and darker, I started to realize why the sign, and more importantly, the phrase “bloom where you are planted” was getting to me.

Reason number 1 (admittedly the least important reason): I’m tired of signs bossing me around.

It’s been a while since I have been back in the United States, but the last time I was there I was unremittingly harassed and bantered by merchandise. I couldn’t walk into a Target or TJ Maxx without a mug, sweatshirt, journal, or piece of decoration screaming commands at me. Why are we all being bullied into:

Being “boss mom”

“Loving the mess”

To “lust after wander” or “say yes to new adventures”

To “kill it/slay it/do it like a mother”

And yep, even to “bloom where we are planted”?

Enough. Just stop with the tyrannical merchandise. I would like my mug to be quiet in the morning, not to lecture me. I don’t want to be a boss babe, okay? Regular old Steph is just fine with me. And I prefer the mundane over the “hustle,” but thanks anyway, Journal 2023.

Reason 2: Plants aren’t out there blooming always and forever.

We aren’t promised—nor are we expected—to bloom all the time.

I’m in a heavy season. I’m feeling quite burned out, actually. Maybe it’s my own sin of discontentment, maybe it’s the work I do with marginalized women or the trauma that weighs on me as a counselor, but life feels heavy. Even in the beautiful and the good, there is the realization that grief and suffering live around the corner. I think that’s what the author of Ecclesiastes 3 meant when he said that there is a season for everything. There’s a time to laugh and a time to weep. There is a time to plant and a time to pluck up what is planted. We aren’t promised—nor are we expected—to bloom all the time.

We are, however, promised the living water. Jesus, our living water, nourishes us through all seasons. He will produce fruit (eventually), sustaining us in the drought (Jeremiah 17:5-8).

Reason 3: We don’t have to force the bloom if we are in a season of pruning.

Sometimes our Lord sees fit to take us through such heavy trials that the last thing we are thinking about is blooming. We are surviving by his endless and sustaining grace, but we are being pruned and it hurts. “Blooming” gives the idea that we have to be okay all the time.

I think about new missionaries coming to a new home, where their roots have been so damaged that they are barely hanging onto their faith. I think about those lonely times with no one speaking your language and no one even knowing your name. You aren’t blooming then. You are an uprooted and slightly broken plant—or even a seedling of sorts. It’s humbling and painful. Forcing yourself to even pretend to bloom is missing what God is teaching you through those humble beginnings when you’re in a season of drought.

I think about people who are in a home that is familiar, yet somehow they feel like a foreigner. They feel like they are searching for a home, somewhere for their roots to find nourishment, but they seem to be wilting faster than they are flourishing.

You may see others around you who are blooming and think that you must get there now. But there are no shortcuts in missions—no real shortcuts in life. There are only painfully slow steps of learning, humbling ourselves, sometimes making fools out of ourselves, and feeling way more “monstery” than “bloomy.” In those times of being uprooted (or feeling like a baby seedling), we must trust that God is doing his work and doesn’t need us to look like a blooming rose in order to accomplished his will. Relax—hang tight and be the seedling.

Reason 4: We should trust God if it is someone else’s season to bloom, not ours.

If you are not blooming in this particular season, consider that this season is much more about the Kingdom than your own personal beauty and performance.

Sadly, I see this all the time: People criticize and pick apart one another’s lives and work and ministries because they are comparing someone else’s “flourishing” with their drought (or possibly worse: someone else’s drought with their flourishing). When we see someone else’s “bloom” while we are feeling choked out by the weeds, we are tempted to compare, judge, and demean each other’s methodology. We make observations like how those blooms are probably not sustainable, real, reproducing, or contextualized enough.

If you are not blooming in this particular season, consider that this season is much more about the Kingdom than your own personal beauty and performance. Rejoice even when another person is blooming differently or more robustly than you are currently.

Reason 5: There is a season to bloom and also a season to be in the valley.

Psalm 23 says, “Even though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death. . . .” So much of our suffering and burnout is caused by us trying to avoid the valley instead of walking through it in faith. We want to stay on that mountain top, basking in the sunshine. But when God sees fit to take us through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, we kick and scream and throw a spiritual temper tantrum rather than trust in his comfort, his presence, and his purpose in the Valley. He will never leave us. We are being sustained and held in that Valley (even when we don’t always feel it), and the fruit will come. It comes in his time and in his way.

Lastly, kill the “best life now” faux bloom.

One of the more harmful messages that people receive in our culture is that we are meant to “live our best life” all the time. Another theme that I hear echoing in the counseling room is people assuming that everyone else is living this illusive level 10 “best life” of happiness and contentment and they are somehow missing out on the good everyone else is living. They just have to find the right tools, the best techniques, and the top therapists to get them into that thrilling level of euphoric life that everyone else is living. Here’s a dose of unpopular reality: there’s no perfect level 10 in this life. No relationship is a 10 all the time. No day goes by without the sting of reality that the world, and the people in it, disappoint us—we disappoint ourselves.

If you are living in the middle of a drought (Jeremiah 17:5-8), then maybe you are not meant to be thinking positively, or hustling, or forcing any kind of blooming behavior. Perhaps, in God’s grace, he is reminding you that he works through loss and failure to protect you from giving your allegiance to things that will never satisfy. People fail you. We fail ourselves and others. Grass withers. Flowers fade. Relationships diminish and hurt us deeply. We grow tired and weary. God’s grace reminds us in these moments that nothing here on earth can satisfy our need for him. He alone gives life— life eternal. The lack of blooming may be his greatest gift of grace in your life.

One of my favorite views in the world is right outside of my kitchen window. It includes a giant cactus that blooms enormous, beautiful flowers only at night. When the sun comes up, the flowers are hidden again. The flowers on this desert cactus are pollinated through darkness. Maybe the darkness you are currently facing is where God is choosing to show you more of himself. So when you find yourself in the drought or in the darkness, think less on the external blooming that can be seen. Instead look to the things that are eternal, that can’t be seen (2 Corinthians 4:18). The darkness and the drought point us to our greatest need: the grace of God.

His grace shows us the emptiness of self-dependency. This beautiful grace combats the message that we have to try harder, do more, bloom brighter, hustle bigger, and push harder. His grace is what opens our eyes to see our inability to bloom on our own—our inability to meet our own needs, in our own ways, using our own resources. His grace rescues us from the dry wasteland filled with the crushing weight of striving and self-promotion and into streams of living water (John 4:14, Jeremiah 17:5-8).

Editor’s Note: This article was originally published on Stephanie’s personal blog, Things We Didn’t Know. Used with permission.

Stephanie Boon

Stephanie Boon is an ABWE missionary who lives in Tanzania with her husband and their five children.  She co-founded Sifa Collective, which equips women with the hope of the gospel and tools to launch their own local businesses. After earning her M.A. in Counseling and B.S. in Counseling (Theology/Psychology), she worked with colleagues to open a Community Counseling Center in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania where they provide gospel-centered individual and group counseling, and counseling training for local churches. Read her blog at Things We Didn't Know or support her ministry.