I spent a good hour and a half pulling weeds from our front garden Saturday. I have the sunburn and dirt under my short, unfeminine fingernails to prove it. These weeds were the delicate kind where you had to pull very slowly. Yet, at the same exact time, their strength impressed me at how these fragile, undesired growths could manage to push their way through inches of dirt and mulch. uh-MAY-zing. As I pulled each weed I got a little more frustrated because I had waited so long in between my “weeding” days. Which means that there ware more to pull. Make no mistake about it…I love to garden. Chris and I both love to garden. There are few things more pleasing to Chris and me than designing a landscaping scene, putting the plants and trees in and watching those babies grow. Hydrangeas, Begonias, Petunias, Drycenas, Indian Hawthornes, Japanese Maples…you name it, we love it. But weeding? Not so much. However, it’s an incredibly necessary task if you’d like your garden to look nice. My goal is to weed regularly…maybe even every day. When I am disciplined enough to do this, it doesn’t take long to pluck those suckers because there are so few of them. However, when I go a few days or even a week, the job is a bit overwhelming. I spend hours backtracking what I should have been doing on a daily basis. (Here comes my feeble attempt to transition into discussing how this applies to our walks with Christ.) I always shoot straight here with you on my blog. I speak the truth, and it would be a crime to stop now. One of the reasons I found myself frustrated Saturday is because my garden reminded me of my personal walk with Christ. During the last few months, I can probably count the times on both hands where I’ve spent dedicated time in the Word of God. That’s not adequate, in my opinion, considering His words are supposed to be my lifeline while living on this earth. But like a physical garden is bombarded with weeds when it’s neglected, so goes our spiritual lives. When we don’t regularly “weed” in our lives, we start seeing signs of bitterness and resentment. Weeds like pride and lukewarmness and idol worship. Sometimes we see just a plain ole bad attitude emerging. But mostly for me? I just start blending in with the world. To have beauty…the beauty of Christ…exhibited in our lives take a lot of nurturing. Nurturing in the form of singing praises, quiet moments sitting before the Savior listening intently, bringing glory to Him regardless of our circumstances, sharing the love of Christ with others in practical ways, and reading and meditating on His precious Word, to name a few. I’ve let the weeds build up and almost choke the life out of me recently. My joy isn’t gone completely but when I look for any semblance of it in my life, I’m hard-pressed to recognize it. And quite frankly, I have no one to blame but me. So, this summer while my boys are out of school and there are no homework assignments to check or lunches to make before carpool or other school activities that beckon my attention, I’m going to lay low. I’m basically going to get back to what’s most important. Jesus. And family. Oh, a some blogging, too 🙂 As my husband preached this past weekend at LifeChurch.tv on worship, he said, “In response to who He is and what He’s done, we bring an offering. And we are the offering.” Lord, here I am.