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Bloom Where You Are Planted

Once I told a married Baptist missionary, I wanted to be one. Carol said, "Roxanne, Everett needs missionaries too." She meant I should bloom where I was planted. But we both were much younger then. Transport myself into the 21st century. I am no longer a Baptist, but am a Lutheran. I am no longer middle aged, I am sixty-five years young. And I try my humble best. In spreading the good news of the gospel on the internet. Reaching more people than I ever reached before. And I am no alone. Many poets and Biblically commentators are much better informed. Not to mention more talented than I ever will become. What we have in common? Our mutual love and respect for Jesus Christ. We are all part of the body of Christ. We are a part of his established church. We belong to him. He is the bride groom and we are his bride. We need to bloom where we are planted. In many parts throughout the known world. The good news of the gospel is prohibited and restrictive. Many modern day disciples pay the ultimate price. Sacrificing both their freedoms and also their very lives. They have obtained a wonderful heavenly reception and rewards at the Beama seat of Christ. They will be reaping what they sowed. There is an opened door for spreading the good currently available in the United States. I am composing this while there are no real restrictions. I visited a Christian web site. I tried to post a bible verse on Facebook. It was not allowed because some people might find it objectional. And they feel they have both the privileges' and the rights to restrict religious speech. In the good old United States! I dearly love and pray for my beloved homeland. Love in Christ Jesus! Roxanne Lea Dubarry Roxy Lea 1954 Roxy 1954/ October Country March 06, 2020

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