Weeds and Flowers

In two days a garden tour is coming to my house. At first it was a fun thought. But as you look around to prepare and engage the work to be done, you soon realize the weeds grow faster than you can pick them, the bugs chew faster than you can kill them, and every flaw you've suppressed as unimportant, seem to be as large as any of the beauty. Moments of passivity say, just let it be what it is, and moments of compulsion cause me to mindlessly wonder picking weeds. Praise God for the flowers in life that are of his working and praise God for his grace as the temperature of life rises and so do the weeds in my life. I don't want them there, they keep coming back... an endless chore. Praise God for an eternal day when only the beauty grows. So STOP... and smell the roses...enjoy say thanks. Then grab a couple of buckthorn seedlings while your nose is close to the fragrance.