Weeds

As I bend my knees and pull weeds from my springtime garden, I ponder all the weeds I’ve let grow. The weeds of impatience, frustration, pride, anger, lack of self-control, impulsivity and harsh words. Disappointed circumstance, parents failing health, dysfunctional relationships and that evil word, comparison, can make me unsettled and cranky.

I look at the tall grass stack of weeds waving freely in the breeze. I feel so overwhelmed. Whether it’s the hard dry, cracked soil or the tangled weeds above and beyond the weed barrier, I want to scream, “enough! I am done, I don’t even want to start”.

Weed barrier is supposed to keep out weeds, isn’t it? Would it be possible, the Bible is a weed barrier? The word of God can block the reactions if I will stop, pause, take a moment to look and listen to the wisdom.  I ponder what it would feel like to be free of these weeds.



Matthew 13:23    The seed that fell among the thorns represents those who hear God’s word, but all too quickly the message is crowded out by the worries of this life and the lure of wealth, so no fruit is produced.


I think of my Father’s hand, the Gardener, His hand over mine, as I use my shovels and my rakes. I think of the living water, Jesus, His life poured into the soil softening and causing me to loosen the weeds. Am I letting the worries ruin my peace? Is that the example I want to be? Deep breathe, slow and steady.

I think of friends who help me turn my garden, toiling their own soil, as moms, sisters, brothers, wives, people. Their words of truth from God’s promises give encouragement along with their touch providing hope. One weed at a time, I can pull them out. I must be willing to do the work.

Even our crazy chickens flinging dirt at me as they look for bugs remind me to pause and laugh. Nemo, the cat, slips away calm and composed. Another example from nature draws me to Jesus.

Nourishment from the sun, spending stillness with my Jesus. Being open to the sunshine and the Son brings peace.

 Matthew 13:24       The seed that fell on good soil represents those who truly hear and understand God’s word and produce a harvest of thirty, sixty, or even a hundred times as much as had been planted!”


I must get back to my weed filled garden, muscles achy but it feels good to put forth the effort. One weed at a time!! There just may be a harvest to gather if I don’t quit pulling. Keep going Sisters and Brothers!!!

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