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Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Galatians 6:7
I have a vegetable patch in my backyard that I weeded today. Hoe in hand, I dug down deep and unearthed all the roots of the weeds that I didn’t want in my little patch of earth. I tilled the soil with a scrupulous eye and a heavy hand and now it waits for the seeds that I’ll plant.
I shopped for the seeds this afternoon with my kids. We chose peas, beans, carrots, beets and pumpkins (for Jack-o-Lanterns). It’s exciting – a little possibility in every kernel.
When I returned from work last night it was midnight. The light from the garage went on and I looked at my expectant vegetable patch. Bugs and worms scurried from the surface to get to the safety of the soil.
The bugs reappeared in my dreams last night but this time they were in my house. They were long millipedes that could stretch and shrink. I chased them outside and said, “You’re not welcome here. “ It appears I’m weeding and exterminating my home as well.
I talked to a friend yesterday. She was having a “bath with a toaster moment” - her Ex-man and her had a fight. He called her names and her deepest fear was that he could be right - that she really wasn’t worth much. It’s a belief she holds deep underground - one that needs to be weeded – one that has roots that stretch where the sun don’t shine. Once she’s done the weeding, she won’t need him or anyone to play that nasty role. In the meantime her ex is, as Iyanla Vanzant has said, “a beautiful child of God, cleverly disguised as a jerk.”
I’ve seen two approaches to dealing with this type of weed. The first involves using negative statements as a challenge. “You’re a loser” becomes incentive to prove that you’re not, and in the process, there is an opportunity to gain more faith in oneself. I know a divorced woman who was told by a banker that she “would never own more than a trailer in a trailer park.” The moment he made that prophecy was the moment she decided to prove him wrong. She worked hard and now owns a home with a beautiful garden in a lovely area.
The second approach involves a deep dive inside (a therapist can help here). The curious gardener can gently prod to see where the root tentacles stretch. Sometimes the roots can stretch back to our families or dynamics that were in place even before she poked her head out into the world.
I remember as a child watching my mother weed the garden. I didn’t understand why she would pull the pretty yellow dandelions from the soil. I asked her and she said,”They’re the weeds and weeds take all the energy so the real flowers can’t bloom.”
Do you have any weed thoughts that are preventing you from fully blooming? Do you need help in finding the roots and pulling them out?
I shopped for the seeds this afternoon with my kids. We chose peas, beans, carrots, beets and pumpkins (for Jack-o-Lanterns). It’s exciting – a little possibility in every kernel.
When I returned from work last night it was midnight. The light from the garage went on and I looked at my expectant vegetable patch. Bugs and worms scurried from the surface to get to the safety of the soil.
The bugs reappeared in my dreams last night but this time they were in my house. They were long millipedes that could stretch and shrink. I chased them outside and said, “You’re not welcome here. “ It appears I’m weeding and exterminating my home as well.
I talked to a friend yesterday. She was having a “bath with a toaster moment” - her Ex-man and her had a fight. He called her names and her deepest fear was that he could be right - that she really wasn’t worth much. It’s a belief she holds deep underground - one that needs to be weeded – one that has roots that stretch where the sun don’t shine. Once she’s done the weeding, she won’t need him or anyone to play that nasty role. In the meantime her ex is, as Iyanla Vanzant has said, “a beautiful child of God, cleverly disguised as a jerk.”
I’ve seen two approaches to dealing with this type of weed. The first involves using negative statements as a challenge. “You’re a loser” becomes incentive to prove that you’re not, and in the process, there is an opportunity to gain more faith in oneself. I know a divorced woman who was told by a banker that she “would never own more than a trailer in a trailer park.” The moment he made that prophecy was the moment she decided to prove him wrong. She worked hard and now owns a home with a beautiful garden in a lovely area.
The second approach involves a deep dive inside (a therapist can help here). The curious gardener can gently prod to see where the root tentacles stretch. Sometimes the roots can stretch back to our families or dynamics that were in place even before she poked her head out into the world.
I remember as a child watching my mother weed the garden. I didn’t understand why she would pull the pretty yellow dandelions from the soil. I asked her and she said,”They’re the weeds and weeds take all the energy so the real flowers can’t bloom.”
Do you have any weed thoughts that are preventing you from fully blooming? Do you need help in finding the roots and pulling them out?
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