Tuesday, July 12, 2011
This morning while pulling weeds I was just busting with pride over the garden. I want so much for you all to come over and gloat with me at how beautiful everything looks. You have to remember that last year my garden suffered from neglect because I was working outside the home. We also suffered with drought.
However, this spring God has blessed us with an over-abundance of rain. The Shenandoah river has overflowed its banks three times. And, not only do I have beautiful green beans, potatoes, tomatoes, cabbages, etc., I also have weeds that are flourishing.
This one is my worst nightmare. Spiny amaranth is its name. We never had any until we took some horse manure from a neighbor. My guess is that the seeds came in that manure. The first year it was everywhere. I had so much trouble eliminating it. Now, it's not as bad. Fortunately, this fine specimen was discovered in the compost bin. My seven year old dug it out and put it in the fire pit. Burning is the only way to deal with it. This weed is such a nightmare because it has thorns that are hard as nails and sharp as needles. They are camouflaged as well. There is no getting them out without a shovel.
Anyway, as I was dealing with the other less dangerous weeds in the potatoes this morning, I realized that as beautiful as my garden is, I do tend a more important garden. That is the garden of my children's hearts. As a mother, my children are a garden that I tend to daily, hourly, even by the minute. And if that garden is not beautiful, then I have failed as a mother.
So, while bending over those potatoes, that still, small voice whispered in my ear, "Do your children have weeds?"
"Do my children have weeds?" I asked back. "Let me think about that one."
Tattling, whining, sneaking, ignoring my voice, teasing..."Yes, Lord, my children have weeds."
So, as a conscientious mother, it is my job to pull those weeds. I use various tools for the job. Sometimes, it's just a talk. Sometimes, it's a story. Sometimes, the tool is a little less pleasant. But as any gardener will tell you, if the handles of your tools are not secure, the job is more difficult. That is why the "handle" holding all my child-weeding tools is the Word of God.
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. --Hebrews 4:12
Something to ponder...do your children have weeds? How do you get them out?
Blessings to you,
Posted by Carol J. Alexander at 6:00 AM