Man, I’m really on it with the nuggets.
I spent a large majority of the past two weekends picking weeds. first in my front yard, then in the back.
I picked those weeds so hard that the back of my thighs still burn so bad that I can hardly bend over.
but picking weeds had me thinking about life. and the weeds in my life.
the thing about it is, as I type this, I think it’s pretty comical that I started picking weeds in the front of my house first [appearance] and then in the back [where the real jungle was]. as I was on my hands and knees pulling with all my might to get the actual root out, I realized that there are some nasty weeds that have taken major root in my heart and my life.
and the longer I wait to pull them, the harder it will be to get them out. you see, the weeds that were “newer” pulled out pretty easily. and it felt good to pick them. but the ones with the really long root? it felt like the biggest accomplishment in the world to get those suckers out. if you were in my backyard with me that day, you would have heard me hooting and hollering to myself.
so why do we wait so long to “pull the root out?”
I deeply desire freedom. and freedom from the crazy “roots” that can dig deep into my life and heart.
seeking others approval. pleasing people. wanting to be in control. not feeling good enough. wanting my plan, my way, in my time. the list could really go on….
point being. I don’t want these weeds to take root. I want to pull them out and experience freedom from them before they take root in my heart.
what about you? do you notice when “roots” bury deep in your life? how do you attack them and pull them out?