Forgot to post this on July 12th….
There are some things from that nightmare that I remember so clearly…like where I was sitting the minute I found out I had cancer…and how I heard the voice of Jesus telling me to trust Him. There are other things I have either blocked or else the chemo killed some brain cells.
But after all this time..after last year’s cancer scare…I finally feel at peace knowing it’s never coming back. But I also know that life is short and to make the most of every moment.
After the last season of torrential downfalls here in SoCal, my backyard became overgrown with weeds…the kind of weeds that take over everything and won’t go away unless you hand yank them by the roots. These weeds have choked some of my plants that I now have to dig up, and they are tangled and out of control.
So I have been diligently out there yanking those bad boys out little by little, piece by piece. It’s taking me weeks to accomplish this because it’s now freaking hot outside and also because I am out of shape and now in constant pain with achy muscles I had forgotten about. My back hurts.. my shoulders hurt…even my hands are talking to me.
In addition, a lot of distractions keep getting in the way…like life and all the drama it brings. My elderly father fell and was hospitalized. My stepfather is losing his memory and forgot to pay his bills for several months. Then there is the extended drama surrounding my stepdaughter. Additionally, my husband is currently out of work and so he’s been doing a lot of home projects that need my help as well.
Every time I pass by the patio door, I gaze at the weeds that haven’t been pulled yet and I actually long to get back out there and finish the job. I really can’t wait to pull those weeds. It’s seems very mundane, yet it’s therapeutic for me in an odd way.
It dawned on me today that this is a metaphor for my life. I want to pull the weeds out of my life once and for all. I want to have a healthy garden that doesn’t choke me and get all tangled up and out of control.
The thing is, I can pull these weeds and beautify my yard, but the weeds will come
Another metaphor…
I need Christ to help me manage the weeds in my life and to keep them under control. I also need to spend more time with him as I work on weed control.
