I’ll admit…I’ve always had a soft spot for weeds.
As a little girl I made wishes on them. I painted with them. I collected them. I gave them as presents. I studied them. I pretended with them. I imagined with them.
And as I looked today out our window I was mesmerized by the beauty of the weeds popping out in color against the blue grey of the sky before the afternoon spring storm rolled in. I looked upon our very own meadow growing in our own backyard and thought of all those suburbanites killing their lawns with toxic poison.
I thought of all the children who would miss this childhood opportunity of mingling with the weeds.
I was glad mine would not be counted among them.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
And I like to think of Jesus seeing us that same way…not a noxious weed to be eradicated but a beautiful wild flower that, when planted where we were meant to grow, flourishes under his care.
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The Ortho Weed Be Gone Max ad attached to this post is too ironic for words…
What a great analogy! So thankful that he doesn’t toss us aside but nurtures us and helps us grow. Great post!
This is a beautiful post. We are suburbanites, and our yard is probably looked down upon by neighbors because of our beautiful weeds. Thank you for your words, now I don’t feel bad for our weeds but will look at them for the beautiful flowers they are. The grass isn’t always greener.
April, we also used to be those suburbanites…the only house w/the weeds on the block. But I would get handfuls of dandelion “bouquets” from my littlest ones every spring and I quit feeling guilty about it!
I am absolutly smitten with these snapshots! Thanks for the most wonderful post!