Do you ever feel like a bulb? You know, like a tulip or daffodil. You plant them in September then wait all winter for them to bloom. Some never do. Sometimes I feel I must have the calling of the bulb on my life. To help other bulbs grow who are supposed to be flowers. Someone has to be the fertilizer, right? We can become so fond of being just a bulb, a ball of possibility, that we refuse to bloom.
For some of us, it is like that with our spiritual growth. We give our hearts to Jesus, so excited at what He will do. We think of all the people He wants us to help and all the wonderful things He must want us to do but then He plants us in the ground and we wonder what on earth are we doing out in the cold, alone. We give in to the attitude that we are called to hardship, to “bloom where we are planted”. If we aren’t careful, we can stay there allowing the hard ground to encompass our hearts with frostbitten fingers. Then, our loving Savior tenderly beckons us with His undeniable warmth, from our darkness and says, “I have called you to more than mere existence and survival. I have called you to display my glory for all to see.”
I wonder sometimes if He feels as if He is calling forth Lazarus yet again when all He really wants us to realize is that winter is just another season.
Heather, It is vital that we do bloom, and that we be all we can be for the Lord. This was a good, short article about being to lax in our faith. I enjoyed it. May God bless all that you do! Sincerely, Dan Blankenship