Small Town Christmas

Small Town Christmas

Monday, July 16, 2012

In the Weeds

We're in the second year of a drought. The crops that are supposed to grow are struggling to survive as the sun bakes the earth in 100-degree-plus heat yet another day.

But as I walk along our country roads and look out at the fields and ditches, I notice that the weeds seem to have no trouble. Why do the weeds flourish when all around us the "good stuff" is dying?

I tromp out across the fields to take a picture and the dust crunches beneath my tennis shoes. It's dry and barren. But those silly weeds persist.

And I think how it's really an analogy for life. I have the best of intentions. I plan to pull the weeds in my life. I vow that I'll do better with my weight. I insist that I'll give up worry and anxiety. I declare that I'll clean out the basement. I promise myself that I'll call that friend and meet for lunch instead of just commenting on Facebook. I swear I'll send that card or visit that friend in hospice.

But then I don't get it all done. The weeds of worry and neglect threaten to sap the Living Water right out of my life.
And the Lord shall guide you continually and satisfy you in drought and in dry places and make strong your bones. And you shall be like a watered garden and like a spring of water whose waters fail not.
Isaiah 58:11 (Amplified Bible)

That's a good thing to remember this Monday, I think. I believe it's time for a little weeding, Lord. I can't do it without You. (And, by the way, these fields are again getting worked this week to knock down the weeds. So what am I waiting for in my weeding journey?)
Today, I'm linked to Michelle's Hear It On Sunday, Use It on Monday at her blog, Graceful: Faith in the Everyday. Head on over and check out what other bloggers are sharing this Monday!

4 comments:

  1. Hi there Kim! I am SO thankful that I found you via the Graceful link-up... I clicked over to your sight and my heart flip-flopped... I saw the sunflower and *hoped* you were a Kansas girl. Wish granted! (Thanks, Jesus!)

    I am a Kansas transplant my self-- originally from Colony, KS and moved to Fort Benning, GA via army orders to my beloved husband.

    Anywho... Great words about "weeding" our lives-- we can't do it alone-- I am like you, always having the best intentions, but before I know it my heart is overgrown with weeds, sucking away the vital nutrients from the sweet things the Lord wants to grow.

    So grateful that God doesn't mind getting dirty and pulling those weeds from my life. Praying for the drought to end in KS... Mom and Dad say the corn is frying something awful.

    Thank you for "taking me home" today... I will be back!

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    1. So glad to hear from a fellow Kansan! Thanks for taking time to stop by and to comment! I'll be visiting you, too.

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  2. I've been noticing this as well, lately. I figure it's because most of what we plant is hybrid and not naturally adapted to the harsher extremes of the climate, but I've had the same set of thoughts...thanks for taking it a step farther for me.

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    1. The crops today are actually better adapted to battle disease and extreme temperatures than those grown by our forefathers. But weeds? They've always been persistent - in fields AND in our lives, I suppose. Thanks so much for stopping by!

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