Grass, like hair, seems to grow best in places where we do not want it.
The home we purchased a year and a half ago appeared deceptively low maintenance with all its ornamental rocking around well placed shrubs and perennials.
Since my horticulture skills are in indirect proportion to my ability to attract varmints to our property, I was kind of looking forward to finally having nice landscaping that was labor free.
While we work intentionally to keep the grass in the yard looking nice and healthy by hiring a service to fertilize and nurture it and watering twice weekly; there is random, unwanted grass doing just peachy-keen coming up through the rocks all by its little stubborn green self.
This errant grass is accompanied by a variety of other plant things that look like they are going to bud, but I’m pretty sure they aren’t supposed to be there and so I have this dilemma.
I am out there pulling up perfectly good grass that we are paying someone to cultivate just inches away…and I am debating if I am pulling up something that could potentially bloom and look kind of pretty even if it isn’t in the greatest location asceticaly.
And then I heard or read these words of wisdom from someone smarter than me…
A weed is anything that is growing where it shouldn’t.
Suddenly I am freed from the endless debating in my head.
It doesn’t matter what the thing is…
if it doesn’t belong where it has sprouted up…it gets removed.
Makes it simple.
Sure there is still labor and diligence involved, but no more energy wasted wondering if I am doing the right thing.
I can apply this to other areas as well.
Fear has a good place in my life.
It makes me wary when I am walking to the car after dark and there are not many people around.
It helps me set parameters that enhance safety from harm.
But fear that cripples me and keeps me from walking in the fullness of all God intended for my life …. doesn’t belong there.
Just has to come out.
Allowing the work ethic and success of others to spur me on and keep me in the race.
That’s a good thing.
But when competition crops up in the middle of my identity and suddenly what I am not and what I don’t accomplish begins to label me as a failure…it has cropped up in a place it doesn’t belong.
It’s a weed.
There are a million good things God gave us.
But any one of them in the wrong place…weed.
Sooner rather than later.
Because if there is one thing my aching back has learned…the earlier you pull a weed…
the better <3