I was tired of looking at our ugly, dying grass. Like an overused carpet, it showed only patches of the green it once was. In its vibrant place was a dull and lifeless yellow and brown. I tried to lift the edge, and to my surprise, it\u00a0ripped\u00a0up in a long strip. As I pulled, it snapped out with a pop like cracking knuckles. As I stacked the thick layers of dead sod along the sidewalk, I sighed with cathartic relief. Before I knew it, my yard was a clean patch of dirt.<\/p>\n
I left it forgotten. But after a quick week, my front yard had erupted in a thick garden of weeds.<\/p>\n
Its easy to tear down, to criticize, to walk away- yes to tear out what has been planted. But even if we walk away or turn our back, the empty soil is still there.<\/p>\n
Its impossible to leave that space empty. We have a choice. When we face a hurt, or challenge, a loss, frustration, or broken heart- a space that feels lifeless- we have a choice to leave it empty and let it erupt into\u00a0painful weeds that choke out life, or we can water the soil with gratitude, with hope, forgiveness and love, and see what God can grow there. We can bury the hurt and shame, the hopelessness and anger, we can put a stake in the middle of it in the shape of a cross, and see what God resurrects.<\/p>\n
I realized how easily ugly weeds can take over when I\u2019m not looking. I have a choice to fill those empty places with flowers, or let them get ravaged by weeds.\u00a0 Weeds grow deep gnarled roots that leave me breathless and hurting. Weeds that leave thorns that tear hidden wounds that scar me.<\/p>\n
But I don\u2019t have to leave hurt places empty. My weed patch in the front yard \u00a0reminds me that I can\u2019t ignore the raw and empty places of my heart, but need to take the time to sit with God in them. To let Him \u00a0fill them up with His truth and a beauty only He can create..<\/p>\n
God blows seeds into my life every day.. With love, patience, and forgiveness, over time, I can allow Him to grow gardens, even in the raw, empty spaces.<\/p>\n
He can grow\u00a0wildflowers, forget-me-nots, and fiery red tulips shaped like love notes. He can raise up white elegant lilies, and sweet\u00a0pink gerber daisies like my baby\u2019s pink petal lips. He can grow bushes that burst with big ripe strawberries, and grape vines that stretch out with a sigh of fullness and life. When we\u2019re desperate its easy to think life looks desolate\u2013 but He can use our tears to grow dandelions. He can paint that cross white like a picket fence, and scroll across it the word grace<\/em>.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was tired of looking at our ugly, dying grass. Like an overused carpet, it showed only patches of the green it once was. In…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":27,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_mi_skip_tracking":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-967","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hope-and-encouragement"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n