Big weeds, shallow roots, that’s the the life lesson for the day.
So, Taylor and I didn’t leave home today. We chilled, talked A LOT, drank a couple of pots of coffee, went out and swang…swung…swinged…sat on the swing for a while, then walked around the house.
We found these huge weeds, in what used to be in my garden, over 6 ft tall. I braced myself, grabbed them from the bottom and yanked–myself almost on my keester. Shallow Roots!! I stood with the huge weed in hand and instantly told Taylor,”That’ll preach!”
Now if I only knew a preacher… . Well, since I don’t have anyone in particular’s ear, I have to reflect on what that means to me:
What started in my life as a tiny “inconvenience,”almost unnoticeable? I didn’t pull it or prune it, I just let it go. It grew bigger and bigger, leaching and sucking away my time and energy from healthy, life giving endeavors. It took/takes up space in my life and it then becomes accepted. I start decorating around it, then incorporating it into MY great design. I justify it by saying it, “I’m doing the best with what I have.”
In reality, my garden of life is being sucked dry by….a weed. By now, the weed looks like a beloved plant. I start relying on that weed. It looks big and strong. I start hanging things on it. It keeps growing so I put more dependence on it. I built my house around that weed. I use it as the main focal point of my attention/house. I position it in such a way that I built my roof on it, using it as the center post. I loose sight of the fact that it’s a weed.
The sad thing is, when the storms of life happen and pressure is applied, it’s weak and collapses. So does my house and everything else that really did have value. I sacrificed everything of importance…for a weed. It started out so innocently. It was almost cute.
Galations 5:22-25 “In contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law.24 Now those who belong to Christ [Jesus] have crucified their flesh with its passions and desires. 25 If we live in the Spirit, let us also follow the Spirit.”
The weed didn’t grow fruit, it took energy and strength away from the fruit that was planted intentionally, some never developed at all. I relied on the weed so much I built my house around it, I guess you could say I was pretty passionate about keeping it just where it was, fearing if it was eradicated, the house as I knew it, would fall…but it did anyway, didn’t it?
I don’t know what that means. I just know that is what my heavenly Dad gave me, and now I’m giving it to you. Is it a story? Is it a truth? My heavenly Dad will let me know in my life. He will in your life too, if you ask Him.
Until tomorrow, blessings!