“Parched ground that soaks up the rain and then produces an abundance of carrots and corn for its gardener gets God’s ‘well done!’ But if it produces weeds and thistles, it’s more likely to get cussed out.” Hebrews 6:7-8.
I’ve never chosen to garden in Arizona. The soil is light brown in color—almost a tan, and compared with the rich black soil of the Midwest, it looks anemic. When you grab a handful, it slips through your fingers unlike the rich loamy soil I enjoyed working with.
One thing in common for all soil types is the ability for weeds to germinate and prosper. Arizona experienced an abundance of rain during the winter and spring. When I got back from being away for a couple of months, my yard looked like a sea of green foliage—weeds. It took me a couple of days to “harvest” and bundle them for the garbage.
Unfortunately, my neighbor behind my property has let his weeds go to seed. I’m frustrated HIS weeds will contaminate my yard, and I’ll spend the rest of the spring spraying, pulling, and digging.
It’s the same thing in my personal life. When my frustrations and fears cause me to wither like a weed, the ugly, contaminating seeds floated like the white-fluff dandelion seeds I used to blow as a kid. Perhaps my ill-sown “seeds” might affect someone whose soil is ready to receive them.
Dear God, help us pluck the weeds out of our own yard before we worry about our neighbor’s. Amen.