In the Weeds
I’m not good about doing IG or FB live videos, but for some reason when I do get inspired, it’s when I’m out working in the yard. No makeup, no shower, not the most polished look for social media. I think a lot when I’m out working in the yard (see #unsolicitedadvice post).
Our flowerbeds have been on the to-do list for years. (Wish I was exaggerating—I’m not.) Since we moved in, we’ve mostly dug things out of the flowerbeds, trying to get to the plans we really wanted to keep. A big freeze killed the milkweed a couple of winters ago, and that was a bummer. A year and a half ago, we got a quote for cleaning them out and possibly getting started planting, etc. Then our money situation changed and I never got motivated to do it myself…so every once in a while I’d do a little bit of weeding and leave it at that. They were pretty horrible.
Back in May, a friend had a load of stones he decided not to use, so he drove over and he and another friend worked with James to line the flowerbeds. I was shocked at how fast it happened, and humbled that these men so casually did such a big thing after dinner that night. What a blessing! James venmo-ed the money for the stones, and that was it. We had a great outline, but the flowerbeds were absolutely full of weeds. About a week ago, we hired another friend to come finish the weeding. She did a fabulous job. While James was out of town, I wanted to surprise him by finishing the job with a weed barrier and mulch. (There’s a funny story there for another time.)
So, I was feeling pretty good about our progress. After our walk this morning, I looked more closely at our rosebush. It was oddly full for this time of year. It looked like a seedling of some sort had grown up through the rosebush. If not for the bigger, glossier leaves, I might not have noticed. I got the clippers, and when I got to the root of it, I noticed several more. They were too big for clippers, so I had to cut them out at the roots. After I finished I put away the tools and went back to pick up the cuttings, and I noticed one that I missed.
It was small, I could have left it...but instead I went back and grabbed the clippers and cut it out. How many things in our life are like those seedlings? Maybe sin, maybe complacency—we glance at our lives and they look okay, but upon closer inspection things are corrupted. We can look away and not deal with it, or we can dig in and do the hard thing, clean things out.
Yard work almost always gives me a chance to think things through. Weeds, especially, make me think about sin and the landscape of my life. I don’t have a big finish—just trying to hit PUBLISH so I can make my weekly goal!