I work a messy flower garden. It is interesting how many friends see the
flowers. “Oh, how beautiful!” And. “Wow,
what kind of flower is that large red one.”
Again and again I hear, “I only see the flowers.”
I see the weeds because I have to dig them up to not let
them over power the flowers. Fear is the
worry of being out of control. The harder
we fight what is feared, the more tangled in the fear we become.
What am I afraid of? What
is it that I am fighting?
Weeds are only weeds when we don’t want them in our
garden. I had just visited a friend in
town and saw a large weed in her garden.
“What is this?” I asked. I
cannot remember the flower she named. It
looks like a dandelion on a very long fuzzy stem. It is a wildflower. I was amused. The long stemmed dandelion had been purchased
at a greenhouse and was planted in her garden. I would be yanking that right out of my
flower garden. The invasive plants grow
in fields alongside of our home.
Where are the places
where I see weeds but in reality they are flowers?
I love when it rains!
After the rain the flowers are bright!
This is the best time to weed! I
do not need a shovel. The soil is loose
and I just pull them up root and all.
Jesus is the master gardener. We work to plant the seeds and
turn the soil. Only God can make the
seeds sprout and grow. I am the garden
of weeds and flowers growing together.
The Lord chooses to grow them together in the community of weeds and
flowers.
Dear Jesus,
You have invited me into your garden. Keep me still in your presence watching and
waiting as you grow me into your Community of Grace.
6 I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.
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