Friday, July 10, 2015

Lessons From My Garden

If you follow me on Facebook, you've already heard that I feel over committed this summer. I feel a lot like the white flower pictured above.

This morning I finally enjoyed about an hour of weeding in my garden.  I generally don't enjoy weeding, though I feel a great sense of accomplishment when I am done.  Yet today I did my weeding with great pleasure, because I was finally able to get to it.

As I was working, I noticed that weeds flourish in some parts of my garden and not others. I planted all of my flowers at the same time, yet the weed sparse areas have fat robust arrangements.  I thought there was no hope for the flowers in the weed infested areas.

You can imagine my surprise to find this, after just a little bit of focused work!

This little flower is filling me with hope and renewed purpose.

I see the weeds as all the busy that is choking me to death this summer.  This morning, I felt down for the count, but this little flower has reminded me that life is difficult to kill.  There is still a vibrant flourishing me under all of the weedy mess.

I sometimes feel sad I leave my house to offer my services for yet another good cause.  I hate the way Ms. MB wraps her little arms around my waist tightly and kisses me goodbye.  Her eyes are always saying, "Do you have to go?"

Causes are important, and everyone feels like their cause is the most important of all.  I haven't had a hard time saying, "No" in the past.  Somewhere, along the way, I wandered off my path.

What I have here at home is important enough for me to be here.

I am breaking free, and it feels wonderful!

As I packed up my gardening supplies and wandered toward the house, I noticed that I forgot a few weeds here and there.  My first instinct was to get back to work!  I am so glad for the wise redirection of the Holy Spirit in me.

Weeding is not a one shot deal and some weeds appear to be pretty flowers at first. I plan to walk this thing out daily and with consistency

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