I walk by a rock garden when I tread the neighborhood. The garden was once beautiful. Roses. Large stones. Little pebbles. An assortment of small colorful flowers. I don't garden, so I don't know their names, but they were pretty.
The weeds took over. No more beauty.
How quickly those weeds grew. Before I knew it, they'd ruined a tranquil sight.
As I passed by today, I stopped and photographed the garden. Like the garden, my mind gets full of similar weeds at times. How about yours?
We go along, thinking our thoughts, taking care of daily activities, and then BOOM!
Weeds control our thoughts and actions. Ugly weeds.
What kind of weeds do you have today? I'll tell you a few of mine, but please keep them a secret, OK?
Fear.
Yep. I'm fearful about stuff coming my way. Our daughter is ill, and decisions must be made. I don't like it one bit. I also dread with mucho anxiety what the outcome will be.
Anger
This weed is small at the moment. That's because I yank it up and throw it out, but it grows back. Who do I feel angry toward? Mostly circumstances I can't control. Big whooop on that one, right? If I can't control something, why be mad? I pull that weed up often.
Resentment
This one is small too, but it also grows back. I sometimes resent circumstances that keep me tied down.
I have notes taped to my desk. Here one I wrote in a Sarah book, and because it spoke to me, I taped it near as a reminder.
"Sarah," Mother Goodness smiled, "Don't look below at the circumstances. Look above to the Father."
Good advice, right? So, I need to stop looking below at the fear, anger or resentment about things down here I can't control.
I remind myself that Someone bigger than me is the Master Gardener, and He's got the landscape planned. I'm just the weed remover.
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