Bloom where you are planted

Bloom where you are planted

One dreary morning, I had this unusual conversation with nature. I was out of the house when I chanced upon a pretty sight along my way to the gate. It was one of those wayside flowers bursting in bloom.


The plant’s stems were cruelly pushed back to a concrete bench because of the dumping of sand for construction. Yet, it did not only survive the harsh elements around, it happily thrived.

I stopped in my tracks and pondered on it for quite a while. The sight was more than enough to lift up my tired and weary soul.

Sometimes  I thought  the  grass is always greener on  the other side, but it never is.  I know where I am is where God wants me to be.

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