The Weeds
I look at the weeds around my yard and shake my head. Why is it that they grow twice as fast and twice as tall as the flowers that I cultivate?
I have to go in (I hate the thistles! They are sticky, grabby, and pierce my skin!) and get rid of these things. Overgrown wild bushes and who knows what may be hiding inside them? Creepy crawlies that make my skin crawl. That’s why the creeping things are called crawly.
The words that come to mind are vexed, fractious, and just plain stirred up. That’s weeds for you!
Do you ever think about the cares of your life while whacking away at weeds? The big ones that take the heavy shears, the lighter ones that the clippers can lop off, and then the long skinny ones that seem to dance away when you go after them.
The weeds of our lives continue to grow, even if we don’t do anything to encourage them.
And that is vexatious!
The Fragrances
Words that come to mind are calm, sweet, soothing and fragrant.
For some reason, the evening time is when flowers release their perfume. Have you ever stood and just sniffed (until you nearly pass out) when the lilacs are in full evening bloom?
I have a mock orange bush in my back yard. When I sit on my porch, looking at the mountains in the distance, the scent of the mock orange wafts around my house and I sit and take in that heavenly aroma.
And, of course, stop to smell the roses … ahhhhhhh …
This is when to let go of the weeds in our lives so they can be replaced by gorgeous flowers that nourish our souls. We look at the beauty and it sinks into our souls.
The Gloaming
I finally got my porch sit-ready. It takes a lot of sweeping, washing, cleaning up—you know—the usual spring-getting-ready-for-summer stuff.
I have been sitting on my porch in my rocking chair. Yes, yes, I finally accepted that sitting in a rocking chair on the porch is a good thing. It doesn’t have to mean that I am an old lady at her last prayers—if you know what I mean.
But there is nothing like sitting quietly on your porch at the end of the day. I believe this is the romantic time known as the “gloaming.” You may disagree with me, but I think God walked in the Garden at the end of the day to listen to Adam share about his day.
So, perhaps that is a good time to sit on the porch in the presence of God. The sun closes in on the rim of the sky and extends its fingers of light across the trees, turning them gold, then into silhouettes. The sky turns to fire as red, pink, gold, and purple splay across the horizon.
Do you hear the birdsong? They certainly chatter. All kinds of noises. I wonder if Adam and Eve once understood their chatter?
Oh, my goodness!
Yes, indeed it is goodness.
God makes His presence known in His creation. Just smell those flowers. Sit in your chair and listen to the birdsong while you gaze at the wonders He displays before you in the gloaming.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork” (Psalm 19:1). NKJV
“(The sun) It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat” (Psalm 19:6). NIV
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