So it is 2 AM, Diesel and I are both having a sleepless night. This one is my fourth in a row which I am attributing to the stopping of one medicine and the beginning of another. Diesel's problem, I am not sure... He probably just senses that his Momma is awake and he might just be afraid that he will miss something. That something probably being a piece of cheese. (a story for another day)
I just let him out to "use the facilities" and noticed a newly sprung patch of weeds in my flower bed. Totally out of character, I weed while I wait. I do not care for gardening, it holds NO interest for me whatsoever. My brain tries to tell me it is because it just causes my body pain, the bending and the stooping but I know it is just simply because I find it tedious and well, just boring. Evan is the grower of all things green around here, he gets that from his Daddy. Both are well on their way to a successful vegetable garden here and Evan would love to spend his allowance at the flower/garden shop.
So why am I weeding a flower bed at 2 AM? Metaphorically I guess one could say I felt the need to remove the choking weeds from my space, from my life. Weeds that stifle the new growth, weeds that try to steal the beauty of my life. Weeds that at times seemed to be so out of control that they might steal the best parts of my garden, my life. It was at 2 AM that it was abundantly clear how ridiculous it was that I was letting these weeds even have a small space in my garden or in my life. In the shimmer of the moonlight, their true purpose was revealed. The ugliness of their purpose, to steal one's beauty, to steal one's peace and joy. Weeds can be deceiving, they may bloom and have a moment in the sunshine but their true purpose of destruction to both themselves and others is eventually made known. They lose their power when we yank those weeds up. When we choose to have faith and know the strength that we have in God's love.
I did a heck of a job on my flower bed, I weeded my garden and my heart. How fruitful it was.
I just let him out to "use the facilities" and noticed a newly sprung patch of weeds in my flower bed. Totally out of character, I weed while I wait. I do not care for gardening, it holds NO interest for me whatsoever. My brain tries to tell me it is because it just causes my body pain, the bending and the stooping but I know it is just simply because I find it tedious and well, just boring. Evan is the grower of all things green around here, he gets that from his Daddy. Both are well on their way to a successful vegetable garden here and Evan would love to spend his allowance at the flower/garden shop.
So why am I weeding a flower bed at 2 AM? Metaphorically I guess one could say I felt the need to remove the choking weeds from my space, from my life. Weeds that stifle the new growth, weeds that try to steal the beauty of my life. Weeds that at times seemed to be so out of control that they might steal the best parts of my garden, my life. It was at 2 AM that it was abundantly clear how ridiculous it was that I was letting these weeds even have a small space in my garden or in my life. In the shimmer of the moonlight, their true purpose was revealed. The ugliness of their purpose, to steal one's beauty, to steal one's peace and joy. Weeds can be deceiving, they may bloom and have a moment in the sunshine but their true purpose of destruction to both themselves and others is eventually made known. They lose their power when we yank those weeds up. When we choose to have faith and know the strength that we have in God's love.
I did a heck of a job on my flower bed, I weeded my garden and my heart. How fruitful it was.
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