One of my favorite parts about spring and summer is not the heat, although I do love that. I love yard work.
Strange. I know. But it’s true. I go a little nuts on my yard and working in it. I love tending my flowers, plotting and planning where to put more and what kinds I want. I love getting out, walking behind my mower and using my weed whacker.
My favorite things.
I’d really rather spray weed killer, or use a good weed and feed than spend any time pulling weeds. Why pull them when you can kill them dead right in their tracks? I mean really!
I was recently gone for a week….oh it was a glorious week! Jesus lived large, loud and out-loud. He was so very present. A friend of mine has what he calls “EO” or eating orgasm. (I know…I know…I know), I have adapted that somewhat and will often now exclaim, “JO! JO! JO!” Not as a name, Jo, but “Jay Oh!” Because He blesses me.
This morning was just such a time. I spent time mowing, pruning my flowers, and just general yard work.
I love spending time outside with Jesus. He is always so faithful to speak and focus my thoughts on Him and His very goodness and very God-ness.
This morning I noticed the ugly part of my yard really needed some attention. And by some attention I really mean a LOT of attention. It is ugly. No grass at all, it’s choked with weeds. There are no pretty flowers and really it’s just an eyesore. Our old broken trampoline is there, broken and fallen branches clutter the top.
Today was the day to mow that area. I started in and it was hard going. It seemed every large tree branch from 5 counties was in that small, postage stamp sized area. My mower was wanting to stop with each step I took it. I was determined to win the battle though and persevered.
Pushing my way through when Jesus spoke. “You know, this is a lot like your life. It’s full of weeds, things you have believed to be true that just aren’t. Now we’re working through these, and it’s hard going.”
“We’ll have to stop every so often while we pick up broken branches. Some of the weeds will just bend with the mower, so we’ll have to go back over them from another direction to clear the area.”
I was listening, taking it all in. I stopped to move the branches, the broken fence posts, praying for a heart that is willing to do the hard work to believe the truth that so often feels and sounds like a lie.
Isn’t that funny. We listen to and believe lies so much the truth sounds like a lie. We exchange the TRUTH of God for a lie and that makes the lie true and the truth a lie.
Our choice makes the truth a lie.
Yeah, you try that on for a pair of moments. Just by believing a lie, you’re making the truth a lie and a lie the truth.
Now that’s crazy talk!
When I willing choose to believe a lie from the enemy, either the devil himself or my own flesh, I do his job for him.
And you know what?
I’m done helping him out.
I’m so done helping him. My life might look barren, dry and full of prickly weeds, but it’s not for long.
Not long at all.
You see I have a dream. A passion. A desire to join with the Master Gardener and work to weed out the garden of my soul. He has plans to break up the hard soil, prepare it with compost, and then plant grass.
He’ll landscape it with flowers, a bench, and a fire pit. Where we’ll sit and share our thoughts of the day, both at the beginning and the ending. Just Him and I.
And we’ll revel in the new found freedom I have.
I’ll call Him my Lord, my Daddy. He’ll call me His little peony.