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Parents are like the little engine that could

Life’s episodic deserts, jungles, and mountain peaks provide us with moments of defeat and victory. Our Adolescent Story may have chapters of disappointment. Our Young Adult Story may be like a meandering river. Becoming a person of faith is undoubtedly the epiphany of Our Life Story. We hope and pray that this gut-wrenching, nail-biting drama called Life ends well for all involved.

In terms of parenting, no matter how many books we read, friends we meet for coffee, or how much babysitting we did as teens, we are never adequately advised and prepared for the drama that unfolds once that first child comes into our home. The blessed Parent Story! What a surprise when we feel the love overflow as we gaze, cuddle a helpless newborn, or feel the hand clutch from a newly adopted child! Children are wonderful. We can give them wonder-filled lives. Sure, our best efforts are sometimes ineffectual. However, we keep trying. Our hearts incessantly burn with an inexplicable love for our children.  Yet, sometimes in our responses and reactions, we don’t love well. Our own humanity will look uglier than we ever knew it could be.

Allowing ourselves to be changed by this journey is worth it.  Like the scripture says, our latter will be better than our past.  (Revelation 21: 4)

Time to Plant a Fruit Tree

Let’s embrace the rigors of personal transformation and be grateful that our little mirrors make us self-aware. If we refrain from guilt and self-condemnation, we can allow our child-rearing episodes to serve as opportunities to be molded by the hand of our loving Creator.

(Excerpt from Cultivating the Souls of Parents. Release Date coming soon.)

I’m excited to release the first book in my Cultivating Series soon. Woohoo! It’s been a loonngg process. God wanted this book to simmer for a few years. He does that in many areas of our lives doesn’t He? The blessing is that those who eat benefit from a perfectly finished product! I look forward to sharing more excerpts in the weeks to come. 🙂

Being Impressionable

As I was praying this morning, I found that one of the words that the Holy Spirit guided me to pray was the word: impressionable. My prayer was for my family, all eight of us, and I prayed something like, “Lord, help us stay impressionable.” What struck me is the fact that usually I pray for us NOT to be impressionable. Scripture encourages us to choose friends wisely (Proverbs 12:26) and to be not “of” this world (John 17:16, Romans 12:2) which for me means to resonate with God’s ways, not the ways of broken humanity.

So after I prayed that phrase I put down the clothes that I was folding and thought about what the word meant to God.

I got it.

To make an impression is like taking a cookie mold and pressing the imprint upon the dough. The Holy Spirit wants make an impression upon us. What is that impression?

Once upon a time, God decided to create humankind in his image and likeness. So all of us, male and female, were supposed to be image-bearers. Regardless of skin color, hair wave, or height, something about our beneficent Creator was to resonate in us and be released through us. In addition, we were created with what I call a triune composition – spirit, soul, and physical body.

Many of us know what happened. The couple, the fruit, and the wrong decision. Our image-bearing ability was affected. God’s fix-it was the incarnate Christ, blood, and a right decision, by us, to come back into alignment to the Creator’s design and intents. The decision involves coming to Him with our huge bag of past, present, and future sins. On the bag is a price tag so unfathomable, our minds cannot perceive it. We stand before the courtly seat of judgment and watch Him dip His finger in the blood of His Son, then write PAID IN FULL on the price tag. A merciful and just Judge, God forgives our debt because Jesus paid it.

But if you are like me -after being born again, saved, redeemed, or whatever your denomination prefers to call it – you still struggle with being Christ-like.

The journey of the redeemed reveals the metaphor of the Potter and the clay (Isaiah 64:8.) Holy Spirit encourages us to remain in a posture of surrender, of yieldedness to His constant imprinting, His constant molding. We are still image-bearers, but what He is doing is turning us from being people that bear images of a broken world, idols and false gods, to being people that do what He intended and designed us to do: bear His image.

“Lord, help me stay impressionable!”

A Prayer – Creator of all things, I worship you. You are the Most High God, the anchor of my soul, and the Giver of life. Thank you for sending your only begotten Son, Jesus the Christ, to redeem humanity from a bad decision in the garden. The Bible says that he who is forgiven much loves much (Luke 7:47.) I have indeed been forgiven much. I love you because You first loved me (1 John 4:19.) Help me want to stay in a place of surrender to your Spirit. Fashion me and mold me daily so that my renewed image-bearing ability would show forth every moment. I am your workmanship (Ephesians 2:10.) No matter how much things around me lure me, help me and my family stay impressionable to You.

Violation of the creation

When Dolly the sheep was successfully cloned, if you were like me, you hardly paid attention. This news report sat on my mental shelf with others-UFOs, listening devices in my thermostat-items too far-fetched to hold my attention.  I didn’t think about science and ethics until as a mom, I began to care about my family’s nutrition enough to research the difference between heirloom and hybrid tomatoes and look up the definition of a genetically modified organism.  While I appreciated my kids not spitting watermelon seeds all over the place (watermelon  juice plus kid-spit forms a sticky sheen on any surface – moms, you know!), I did think that seedless watermelon was an oxymoron. In my quest for truth and pure food, I actually began to read the list of ingredients on boxes and cans. Not that I understood what hydrolized meant.

Good and bad ideas both come from the same fountain of speculation and experiment. Shaun Tan

Stirred by the excitement of discovery and tempted by human ambition, we develop technologies and ideas that ignite debates at both dinner tables and university ethics forums. What about a lab-grown alternative to a hamburger? After all, the UN says that factory raised beef is dangerous to the environment. But is the problem the process or the animal? (I hesitate to think that God didn’t know what He was doing when He created the cow). And then there’s AI. Do you want to spice up your spices? Is your oregano not flavorful enough? Perhaps producing a mule failed to teach us that not every idea is a good idea. Maybe we are just hard-headed. Or perhaps there are really secret groups striving to build a type of Tower of Babel through technological and scientific advances.

Genesis One gives God’s intent for the natural processes of life and DNA. The DNA of one kind of seed should not be merged with the DNA of another kind. What is a kind? Simply put, it is natural reproduction, free from the manipulation of outside forces. A dog can breed with a wolf and produce a viable animal. Therefore a dog and a wolf are of the same “kind”. However, a dog and an elephant do not breed naturally. Merging their seed would take human action in a laboratory. Whether it’s an animal, a plant, the theory of transhumanism, or the reality of GMO’s, we are not to mess with God’s created order and His intent for each kind.

Recently, I discovered that a human being had been cloned. 1998. It was killed in the embryonic stage. What the heck!? I’m not okay with us playing God. Technological and scientific advancement is wonderful….to a limit. I get how beneficial it is for doctors to be able to take a sperm and an egg, get it to fertilize outside of the human body, and then implant it inside a woman. Many couples would remain childless if it weren’t for this breakthrough. My only question for the scientists and the doctors would be: You’re not taking from or adding to the DNA of cells in the dish are you? I mean, apparently designer children are a thing. Customer: I want a blue-eyed son with an IQ of 150. And oh, I want him germ-resistant. Doctor: Ok…we’ll notify you in a few months with a product that matches your specifications.

Forgive what may seem dramatic, distasteful or cynical. But c’mon fellow humans! Ordering up children? Seedless watermelons and cotton candy grapes are one thing. Physical appearance and intellectual specifications seems a bit…well, picky.

Genetic engineering may be profitable and timely for both herbicide companies and sufferers of genetic diseases. I agree that prenatal gene therapy is a heavenly cure for life-threatening defects. But when do we go too far when it comes to DNA or gene manipulation? When is it right to say it’s wrong to alter natural human development? Just because we can, does not mean we should. (We say this to our kids don’t we?) In many ways, we’ve decided to play God versus kneel like Dr. George Washington Carver, who sought the face of God in prayer in order to find the answers to problems. I wonder about the extent that sinful man will go, where the laws of creation are violated. Where messing with one’s Punnett square becomes as popular as choosing a new car. I’m concerned about us relying too much on our own reasoning and shifting sense of morality. We are just human. The created.

Today we try to redefine what has been understood as the biblical laws of creation, specifically biogenesis. Human biology doesn’t matter anymore. Emotions and thoughts reign. People of various ages are given drugs to curb the natural course of their biological development. Some men want to be able to bear children. In these ways, we are destroying our humanity. Will we one day redefine what it means to be human? Seek out Marvel-like technology to empower us to be and to do what we lust and covet? Be Invincible. Mighty. Ageless.

Can we embrace limits? Being human means we have boundaries. We are not self-existent. But our arrogance moves us to defy our human weakness. We strive for perfection. To be unanchored. Free to do, think, say, and become whatever we desire.

How far and wide will our modern Tower of Babel reach? Accepting our humanity does not mean living in futility and fatalism. It does not mean refraining from study and research. It does mean acknowledging a Creator whose design and intent serve a purpose beyond our limited reasoning. It means being comfortable with being the created, male and female, made from immaterial and earthly components as spirit, soul and physical body. Let us pause before we stretch ethical boundaries and alter our moral compass any further.

Overcoming Adversaries

The kids were naive. They didn’t understand how their joking could hurt my son. Calling him names that highlighted a post-surgery physical challenge had become a past time for them until he mentioned it to me. I addressed it immediately with their parents. The name-calling never happened again and thankfully my son’s physical challenge resolved after five months, after the healing of the surgery was complete.

Lots of hugs and prayers helped him acknowledge the hurt but not be overtaken by it. My husband and I embraced the opportunity to instruct our son how to forgive and not identify with “labels”. That was only part of the work. We also needed to forgive these kids, who would continue to be a regular part of our lives. My son’s experience made me reflect on my own childhood and being called names like “Oreo girl” by my black friends or having a white teacher ask me if I put toothpaste in my hair to make it so shiny. Unfortunately, a few times I used my hurt to wound others. Calling them names made me feel strong. Whether we have been the victim or we are the reformed bully, God has healing and restoration for each of us.

Honestly and vulnerability can heal families and communities. We should acknowledge how our own opinions, habits, and words have hurt someone but we realized it and changed; how a challenge suppressed us but we rose up and out from it; how life tested us, but we overcame. We must find moments of victory or overcoming that can be used to encourage someone else. We must humbly acknowledge a time or an instance where “we were the problem” and consider the process through which we became so self-aware, that we allowed someone else or divine power to change our hearts and minds.

We must believe that God is good and wants good for all people, even those that we call evil. He doesn’t want to bless their evil intentions and works, but he wants to endow them with the ability to know right from wrong and to discern light from darkness. He ultimately wants them to have a story to share that will bring life to those around them. This is why Jesus told his disciples to “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you and pray for those who spitefully use you.” (Matthew 5:44)

Sometimes conflict with someone continues so long that we believe God doesn’t hear us or can’t change our oppressors. Maybe we are hurting so much that we just don’t have the compassion to pray for them. If we can envision Him hugging us or weeping with us and if we recall our own failures, our graciousness will arise.

Robert Frost wrote these words in the poem “The Star Splitter”,
If one by one we counted people out
For the least sin,
it wouldn’t take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with.
For to be social is to be forgiving.’ 

“Lord, we try to escape pain, but we can’t. We hope that those who love us will never wound us, but they will. Unfortunately, at some time we will also hurt someone willfully or by mistake. Have your Spirit tend to our wounds and humble our hearts. Move us to forgive our adversaries and ourselves. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Our Greatest Cheerleader

“That’s great, Tina!

My fingers ran clumsily over the white keys of my mother’s piano. I was lost in a childish reverie of imagination. One minute I was a concert pianist and the next, I was a daughter whose silly playing was lulling her dad to sleep.

My dad sat behind me in my mother’s rocking chair, rocking and dosing, in no rush to leave, which surprised me but warmed my heart. My daddy was content to hear me play on the piano even though I’d taken lessons for a short time.

“Oh, play that again, that was nice!”

This memory is etched in my soul. I treasure it since so many memories of my childhood years had to be healed by God’s compassion. As a child, I didn’t see my dad relaxed and content very often; his time was usually spent on projects or sports or shouting and it’s the latter that makes this single moment a gift from God.

Silhouette of little girl leaping in the sunset.

As children, it is appropriate to want a parent, a favorite teacher or any regular caregiver to be our greatest fan. We are born needing affirming words. Studies have been done showing that babies respond differently whether they see a frown or a smile.

There are times when the people most vital to our care cannot give us what we need. It’s a painful reality that often shapes our emotional development and taints our self-image. My gift, this memory that God brought forth during a season of emotional healing, showed me that my dad had a tender place in his heart for me.  Some people don’t have a memory like this to hold on to and for years they scratch their hearts wondering, “What was so wrong with me that I couldn’t be loved or wanted?”

For many people, over time the mystery unravels and family secrets are brought to light and the scratching of the head becomes a nod of understanding that heals the ache a little. Understanding can help begin to close the door of pain, but the void remains. We need to be affirmed and encouraged. We need someone who takes pleasure in our existence.

For me, the road of healing opened my eyes to a screen that exists between my tangible temporal reality and the unseen eternal reality. I needed to see the unseen. Though the screen I saw the fears and insecurities behind the shouting. I saw parental heartache when material displays of love went unreceived by a bitter and hurting teenage girl.  What brought the most healing was when my eyes saw a figure reaching his arms to the little girl within my soul, urging me to come to him and be held so that his divine love could make every bad memory fade away. I saw scenes from my childhood home where this figure stood in a corner of a room, weeping and praying and agonizing over the pain felt by the humans in the room. His nail-scarred hands were chained – human pride and resistance had shackled his ability to deliver and rescue. I also recognized this figure as the man hanging on a cross in a book in one of my grandmother’s bedrooms. For years, my spiritual eyes would look behind the screen and see the figure with the outstretched arms encouraging me to come to him.

Finally, one day I saw behind the screen again and the little girl that was me crawled up onto his giant lap and buried my aching head into his bosom. My tangible pain was washed away by my new eternal reality. Isaiah 53:4  Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows…

Psalm 28:6-7 Blessed be the Lord, Because He has heard the voice of my supplications! The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped; Therefore my heart greatly rejoices, And with my song I will praise Him.

Jesus is our biggest cheerleader but most of us don’t know it. He’s there in the darkest scenes of our lives, trying to show us that he is not the author of those scenes but the desperate rescuer trying to break through the darkness. He’s the one that brushes the dirt off of our knees when we fall and when we fail he reminds us to come to the throne of grace to find mercy and grace to help when we are in need.  When we long for affirmation and encouragement, we have to ignore the silence of our parent, the teacher or the caregiver and hear him say, “That’s great son!” or “That’s great, daughter!”

Psalm 27: 10-14
When my father and my mother forsake me,
Then the Lord will take care of me…
 I would have lost heart, unless I had believed
That I would see the goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living. Wait on the Lord;
Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart;
Wait, I say, on the Lord!


Realizing that Our Kids Can Become More Important to Us than God

Now the sons of Eli were corrupt; they did not know the Lord. 1 Samuel 2:12

So he said to them, “Why do you do such things? For I hear of your evil dealings from all the people. No, my sons! For it is not a good report that I hear. You make the Lord’s people transgress…Nevertheless, they did not heed the voice of their father… 1 Samuel 2:23-5


Eli was a priest. How in the world did the sons of a priest become corrupt and unrighteous? It was their dad’s fault. When it came to raising his kids, Eli had areas of emotional immaturity.  Emotional immaturity and a weak will kept Eil from applying his knowledge of God’s ways to his parenting style. In verse 27, God speaks to Eli through a prophet and later through a young boy named Samuel (1 Sam 3:13). Both tell him the harsh reality about the way he raised his sons and the forthcoming consequences to his lineage.

For I have told him that I will judge his house forever for the iniquity which he knows, because his sons made themselves vile, and he did not restrain them.

Eli preferred his children more than he revered God. How would this have looked? It may have meant that when his sons were mischievous boys, he did not discipline them. He let them get away with more than he should have. Maybe he catered to their whines and false apologies and never helped them see the sin in their hearts through gentle and honest conversation. As a priest, he did not teach them to honor the systems of offerings and sacrifice and he greedily took the best of what the people brought for their offerings. The fact that he preferred his children more than God was idolatry.  At the stage where we meet Eli, he was a priest who did not revere God enough, did not revere the system of repentance that God set up, hadn’t acknowledged his own issues, and was confronted with the scandal of his sons.  Propitiation of their sinful behavior was available through the Hebrew practice of blood sacrifice, which foreshadowed Jesus’ bodily sacrifice, but the sons scoffed at offerings and sacrifices.  Now grown men, they were promiscuous and defiant adults. When Eli tried to reason with them, it was too late. He missed the opportunity to guide and train them during their formative years.

Eli and Samuel.  And he said 'It is the Lord:

Now Eli wasn’t a total screw up. Despite being faced with his fatherly failures, God allowed him to mentor the young Samuel, who was called from an early age to be a prophet. Eli affirmed Samuel as he learned to hear and obey God even when the boy was tasked with telling Eli his forthcoming demise. Because of Samuel’s success story, Eli became one of the most important prophets in Jewish history. He was a man who eventually recognized his issues, addressed them and became a different man. This was the man that Samuel was trained by.

When we are confronted with our issues we must remind ourselves that we have the opportunity to change. We must be quick to close the door to self-condemnation and guilt. When we humbly acknowledge areas of immaturity, God steps in and begins the unseen and somewhat mysterious process of changing our hearts and minds.  

The truth is that we are fallible adults who still need guidance and help. We are not all bad and we are not all good. Better than those two subjective measuring sticks is this truth: we are treasured! In Christ, we are forgiven! We are desired by a perfect God! Worth cannot be based on how well we do, but on the fact that our very existence is significant. The Old Testament did not offer the option for redemption, but the New Testament does through the blood sacrifice, resurrection, and ascension of Jesus Christ. This redemption is so amazing, that today’s parents who may have been “Eli’s” at one time and whose adult children are now prodigals, whose hearts and minds are far from God’s best, enjoy the possibility of these adult children can be wooed by the Spirit of God. The course of a lineage can be altered by the grace of God through Jesus Christ. 

I believe in a Creator who imagined each of us out of the goodness of his nature.  We have to keep our eyes on the process of change, not the goal. God is in charge of the finish line; we just need to yield to the journey.

…being confident of this very thing, He who began a good work in me will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ  Philippians 1:6


New Seasons, Shifting Sand

dpp_0055.jpgOceans lovers like myself know what it is like to feel wet sand being displaced under your feet as the underwater current urges waves forward. We continually have to lift our feet and reset them for firmer footing, lift them, reset them, lift them and reset them.

Such are the seasons of our lives.

This last day of August 2018 offers both a “finally” and a “beginning”, a lifting and a resetting. School started a few days ago and since after 20 years, I am no longer a home educator, I find myself settling into another season journeying with the precious parents at our small Christian private school. I must say, parental involvement in this top-notch school is noteworthy — here are working and stay-at-home parents that give their time to help the teachers, encourage the administrative staff and join hands with each other in friendship. God will bless this, indeed.

For most US communities, personal lives are dictated by academic schedules. So like millions of other parents I now exhale summer activity, spontaneity and Southern humidity, and inhale reflection, coffee shops, after-school schedules and vocational duties.

I’ll be honest, August has been tough until today.

I exhale loss and sadness and inhale hope and promise. The stain of death and two older kids leaving home for higher education made sleep difficult. My dad died in August 2017. Another friend died in August 2015. Two families I know had sons killed in August 2018. (sigh)

I inhale God’s comfort and I exhale the difficulty of shifting sand under my feet that makes me lift and reset, lift; reset. Underneath this metaphorical sand is a very real rock: God’s Truth which is my foundation.

I will bless the Lord who has given me counsel;
My heart also instructs me in the night seasons.
I have set the Lord always before me;
Because He is at my right hand I shall not be moved. (Psalm 16:7-8)

August was ironic. I drove to some of the highest peaks of my life….traveling across theLake Tahoe nation to luxurious and amazing destinations like the Rocky Mountains and Lake Tahoe. My heart soared and my eyes absorbed the beauty of God’s creation. God kissed me through this trip. I remember driving through Kansas on I-70. It’s not the most scenic route and I kept watch of the dark clouds to the north, but for a few moments, I was overwhelmed at God’s goodness. I teared up. This bucket-list trip had happened! Joy in the midst of a challenging month.

Beauty in the midst of pain. Hardship in the midst of hope.  Newness in familiarity. I encourage anyone who, like me, is experiencing a shift in their lives to imagine your hand reaching and holding the Divine hand.  My personal picture is me grabbing God’s hand with all of the strength that I have! He holds on just as intensely.

Friends, we are loved by a faithful and devoted God, who created us with good reason and profound intent. Yesterday I heard a pastor say this (my summary) “Our heavenly Father is SO good at taking tragic situations and events inspired by pure evil; reworking their consequences for our good….(in order that we grow through them), that we often begin to believe that he actually authored the events.”

The Lord says of us:
“He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.” (Psalm 91:15)

14446133_1189737564418217_4322761516211056887_nMy soul rests while I regain my footing because I am loved by God who takes challenging events and uses them to cause me to seek his comfort. He teaches me how to get through earth’s journey triumphant rather than beat up and disillusioned. He wants to do this for all of us.

Do you need to exhale your yesterday so that you can inhale your present and your future? As you lift your feet under the ocean water of your life, remember that the current of God always has new sand for you to reset your feet on. Lift, reset. Lift and reset.

Beneath seasonal sands is a sure foundation.






Move Aside the Cup of Milk

Call a sacred assembly;
Gather the people,
Sanctify the congregation,
Assemble the elders,
Gather the children and nursing babes; (Joel 2:15-16)

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I had not heard a pastor tell a congregation that children should be expected to learn the Word of God like they are expected to learn math and grammar. This well-known leader in North Carolina smashed my paradigm that children were too young to understand the same lessons that their parents learn in adult services. Adult services. That too is a misnomer when it comes to the intent of God for each generation of his people.

I understand the point of the typical children’s ministry. Introduce the kids to salvation, the birth and death of Jesus Christ, and concepts like the fruit of the Spirit in a fun-filled way. That’s great. However, the ministries that I’ve come to respect teach children deeper truths that some adults never even get in “adult services”. When God called for a general assembly in Joel 2, he meant for all to hear the sound of his voice.

My sheep hear my voice. (John 10:27)

Samuel was a child who heard the voice of God.
David was a teenager who sensed the call of God to be a warrior-intercessor.Jaredito 3
Jesus was twelve and taught in the temple.
The unborn John the Baptist leaped at the presence of His unborn Savior.

Later in verse 28 of Joel, God says that he intends to pour out the Holy Spirit on all flesh. Not just humans above the age of eighteen or who have divinity degrees. All flesh. What does this look like? The prophet Joel goes on to tell what God speaks to him: “Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, Your old men shall dream dreams, Your young men shall see visions.”

God is still speaking, confirming his Word to individual hearts in a variety of communicative ways. Whether visual, a gut impression or a still, small voice, God leads and guides all of his children into all truth.

My eight-year-old son woke up this morning ready to share an array of dramatic dreams. One, in particular, caught my attention. He was walking around someone’s house, telling the enemy to get out. What was remarkable was that he knew that the enemies weren’t people, but spiritual forces that the people who lived in the house couldn’t see.

I told him that I believed God was letting him know that even though he is young, God’s authority is with him because he believes in Jesus and Jesus came to destroy the works of the devil (1 John 3:8). I told him that evil spirits want to kill, steal and destroy (John 10:10). Lastly, I was able to share with him that God has given him compassion. Jesus cared so much about people that he was compelled to free them from the things that harmed their lives. My son was able to make the connection between his dream and those scriptures. This is a child who dealt for a long time with fear. I know that God wants him to know and be confident in divine power and the force of faith and compassion and what a way to do it….a dream!

Whether a church encourages children to attend the general service or not is irrelevant. What is crucial is that ministries and parents understand that a child doesn’t have to be only given the milk of the Word until high school. While I’ve focused on the topic of hearing God’s voice, there are many other meaty subjects in the Word of God that children can be taught.

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Jesus wants the children to know Him. Not just a portion, but the whole of Him. Not just his character, but his power and authority. Jesus is the Word.  The Word declared from the mouth of a worshipping child carries power.


Weeding the Soul

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My backyard provides God such a wonderful backdrop for my education. Gardening teaches me that many of nature’s processes mirror our struggles. Take weeds for instance. What a wonderful metaphor for life’s yucky stuff that embeds in our souls when we are not paying attention.

I hate weeding. Our backyard contains mulch beds for my herbs, lilies, azaleas, chrysanthemums and an array of other perennials. Not only is weeding physically tiring—hours of squats, tugging and pulling, but it’s also messy. The weed in this picture didn’t images (6)look like a weed at first glance. I figured that it was grass that had grown from the clippings that sprayed the mulch beds. So for a few weeks, I ignored the spot.

It grew.

images (7)No big deal. Yes, the grass was growing in my mulch bed, but grass killer would take care of it when I got around to it. How many times do we assume that a behavior or a habit isn’t a big deal? Or we know it could develop into a problem, but there is no urgency in our minds. We’ll get around to it before it gets too bad.

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