I like to breathe in this air deep and beautiful. Like the inhale of a fresh start. This air that’s warm because the sun tosses kisses into the atmosphere, but is cold because the wind whispers with this gentle lullaby that’s sweet and tender. I walk outside and I don’t know whether I should wear a jacket or not. But, I’ll wear a sweater. It’s sweater weather.
I walk this milage going in and out of buildings, and my favorite part is coming out of the shops and stores because I find this gorgeous blue sky waving me a friendly hello with the whispping clouds overhead. The wind fights for my attention. It grabs and pulls at me and sneaks inside my jacket and pulls at my sweater sleeves. My hair thrashes around me and I regret not putting it up… But it feels nice and it is joyful in the freedom.
As always nature captures my attention. I count the variety of wildflowers I see. Some people call them weeds, but I’m reminded of a quote that was once declared in The Hundred Acre Wood, and I echo it hundreds of acres away from Pooh Bear and his friends.
“Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.”
Isn’t that something…
Don’t we all have weeds in our lives? These prickly stalks of substance that when rubbed against the skin of our souls make us wince. These troubles and anxieties that sprout their heads up into every aspect of our already aching lives. They come up, invited or not, and choke the life right out of our spirits.
Don’t you just wish you could pull them out? Or mow them over?
Sometimes it just isn’t that easy. We can’t always take a weed hacker to the trials of life, especially when they involve the nitty-gritty of souls. And I have a feeling God did that for a reason.
Did you ever stop to consider that God may have a reason for allowing weeds in your life?
Or that weeds can be a good thing?
If no, then I would suggest that it’s not your life that needs to change but your perspective.
This is the radical truth of a radical gospel. Weeds in our life are good and often beautiful in their own right. So much so, that God encourages us to rejoice because of them.
“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.” – James 1:2-4
Some weeds, though they prick and sting, often boast a beautiful blossom when all is said and done. And so even they can be a flower… once you get to know them.
And so it is when I go outside and see these weeds bountiful in our yard and I declare to my mom how wonderful they are. But my brother comes out with the mower and prepares to cut them down. I beg my mom to stop him.
“Those are just weeds”, she replies.
I don’t let her harsh words effect me. I rush outside and reap the blossoms. I gather them together into bouquets, and put them in glass vessels filled with water.
And no longer do you have to look for the beauty in them, it is evident and even my mom acknowledges how wonderful they look. She asks me to fill some jars for the kitchen.
Apparently, she has forgotten that they were weeds.
In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith