Cross In My Window: Ridding Our Lives of Weeds

Friday, March 18, 2016

Ridding Our Lives of Weeds

This morning I have been doing some yard work. Last week, I spent a whole morning getting one of my flower beds ready. I spent countless hours pulling weeds and grass. This morning, as I was getting ready to plant my sweet Olive Tree, I noticed new grass trying to come out in my flower bed. Of course, I did not hesitate to pull it out.

Now, I am resting on my porch and drinking a cup of coffee, reflecting on my flower bed, my Olive Tree, and that stubborn grass. It is like our souls. We go to confession and we break bad habits. At least, we try. We have a beautiful soul with Jesus in it. It is like that beautiful smell of my Olive Tree. The grass is like old habits that try to come back, or our quick or negative reaction to someone or something.

Just as if I want a beautiful flower bed, I must constantly be on the lookout for weeds and unwanted grass. We must be on the lookout for those unwanted sins. We want to have a beautiful soul where Jesus can reside. During this Lenten season, we must make an effort to really try to give up a bad habit, or maybe develop a good habit. Pray more, be nicer to someone who irritates us, something that gets us closer to Jesus.

Jesus, live within me. Show me what it is I must change in order to have a beautiful soul for you to reside. May all I do today be my prayer to you.

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About Renee

I often refer to myself as a wallflower or turtle: A wallflower because I am an observer of the world around me, quietly taking it all in, mulling over what I see and experience, and sometimes writing about it in blogs, sermons, fictional stories, or poetry. A turtle because I am slow and often withdraw and hide. Whether running or making a decision, I tend to dawdle, but I will get there, and once I do, I commit. I often withdraw into the safety of my shell while I am internally working out the details of life. Take this blog, for example. The wallflower/turtle me would rather keep all this "junk" to myself. Each time I write, though, I have no choice. I must get the stuff inside me out, and when it comes out, I feel God urging me to share. Each time I argue, He reminds me of how certain moments in my life may have been different had I realized I was not alone. So, this blog is my faithful pursuit to let whomever may stumble upon it know that they are not alone. We all have "junk," parts of ourselves we wish we could ignore, but we belong in community. Our survival relies on how well we care for one another. Like playing the drums (an old, out-of-date hobby), writing is my way of putting myself out there, being on stage, and still enjoy a bit of anonymity.