A time to plant

Bloom where you are planted

The glibly spoken line

Often quoted rarely lived

What does your field look like?
Mine well sometimes it is

A minefield, never knowing where to step

Sometimes like a puddle seeping in my shoe

Often like a river Polluted further up
If you were to see what I see

The maggots, the carelessly thrown carcass

Would you shudder and withdraw

Or cheerfully say bloom where you are planted
If your mission field is work

Where people are no longer valued

Where one year contracts and no benefits

Are the order of the day

Where interns do a real days work 

For no pay at all

And if you are different the bullies hone in
How to share Jesus in such a place

Or stay with the pack and survive?

One thing I know in the minefield of my life

When God has your back – it can happen
Celebrate yes celebrate our icky sticky mission fields

Jump for joy in the challenges of life

Sow those seeds of Gods mercy

Wherever you tread

Let the world know you are His

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