I’ve done a little garden tending this week. The birds were chirping, the wind whispered in the trees as I pulled up weeds, raked, and moved dirt around with my hands. I like this task of caring and tending to the garden. My mind wanders and begins to soul tend, too.
I have weeds deep in my soul. I fool myself into thinking they’re pretty. As I yanked and pulled those weeds in my garden, the roots held firm into the ground while they broke easily at the base of the stem. I know that I need a spade to get the remainders out. Like those in my soul, I know they’re going to require some muscle to remove and if I don’t take care of them, they’ll once again produce and choke out the good I want.
With a little effort and nurturing, the blossoming begins.
I removed debris and the suffocating weeds so the plant had the space to freely thrive and bloom. I tilled at things buried deep inside as I puttered about the yard while persuading attributes of joy, hope, kindness and love to sow in their space within me to bloom like my garden: fresh, clean, and well-tended.
“The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” Isaiah 58:11 NIV Bible