Getting Rid Of Weeds

Yard work.  It is never ending.  Our lawn is covered in leaves and it's August, not Oct.  Whatever will we do then?  Pine combs, sweet gum balls and acorns prevent me from ever walking barefoot on my own bit of earth.  Hovering mosquitoes have hijacked the deck and are willing to accept a ransom that I'm not willing to pay.  My broom and I attack the blanketing spider webs.  Trowel and I ambush the weeds.  Confusingly, the weeds love this plot of land, yet the grass would prefer the neighbors yard.  Truly the grass is greener over yonder.   But I.love.this.place!  We chose it, knowing there would be work. 


My red, hot and dirty Man has poured his sweat into this place, burned up a lawnmower and set fire to a few tree limbs, but has never yet seemed frustrated.  We choose the laugh instead.  We bought a house that the owners had vacated several months prior to our arrival and as earlier stated, yard work is never-ending.  Which translates to "we have a lot of catchin' up to do." 


Isn't that how all of life is?  Cleaning out weeds, throwing away the rubbish and pruning the thriving limbs.  "Pruning, so it will be even more fruitful" (John 15:3 )  Poison ivy and thorns leave their mark.  Sun toasts revealed skin.  Raking, digging, pulling, exposure .... muscle aches, sunburn, blisters, grimy finger nails, unveiling grace and beauty.


Evening comes and we celebrate our progress and tomorrow we start again.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

 

Digging deep, reaching high