Funny how so many things can be a metaphor for life.
As I was mowing the front yard today and attempting to pull weeds from what was once my garden, I noticed how pervasive the weeds had become. Such small things that if I took just a couple of minutes once a week, could be taken care of. Instead I wait a year and spend hours, still not getting them all out.
Got me thinking of all of the weeds in my life, all of the things big and little, that if I just take care of or deal with in the moment, can eventually become insignificant. Instead, I file them away - deal with them later I say. Only later never comes.
Instead these feelings, ideas, insecurities, doubt, take root. Little at first, so I barely notice they're there. Only, when these weeds start to obstruct and interfere with my view of all of the flowers around them, do I notice how unruly I've let them become. By this time ,the weeds have started taking my nourishment, my strength away from the beauty that surrounds me and all I see are weeds. The anger, the bitterness, the resentments, the shame, the guilt become my gardens.
I'm making a promise to myself to become a better gardener. To not allow the weeds to take over - to recognize them for what they are: Opportunities for me to practice patience, love, kindness, forgiveness and truth.
Ahh, I'm looking forward to a garden in full bloom.
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