I started to clean the kitchen, and grabbed the empty pizza boxes from the night before. Self-righteously I carried them outside to the trash can. Threw them in. Started back inside and stopped. Staring down I saw several weeds poking up and lining my front walk. In my flower garden. I crouched down and started pulling those weeds. Weed after weed after weed. It felt good. I could look and see where I had worked, I could see the clean mulch--losing it's brilliant red after a year--yet now weed free.
With each weed that I plucked from the earth I began to unearth the lies that I was fighting. Lies about worth.
With each weed that I pulled I began to see beauty. Beauty and hope that was covered by lies.
With each weed that I discarded I freed up my flowers to grow. I saw my sin. Repented. And started again.
With each weed wilting on the sidewalk I felt blessed freedom.
Isn't it ironic how the Lord speaks to us? For me, today, it was in some random clover and chickweed that decided to take root in my flower bed. Those perennial plants reminded me to tend to the pesky and worldly weeds in my mind.
2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. (Romans 12:2)
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Thanks for sticking with me lately. I know that my posts lately have been a bit more challenging. It's just a season that I'm in right now. When life is difficult it helps me find freedom in writing. Maybe it's not always funny, but it's real. It's my heart.
Have a blessed Saturday.
