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?)

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