My best friend's mother is a Master gardener. Since I was a child, I have loved her flower gardens and have hoped that one day my yard would somewhat resemble hers. As a child, I remember being at my friend's house when her mother asked her to weed the flower beds. She only had to do this chore for twenty minutes, but those twenty minutes seemed an eternity to my seven or eight-year old mind. In true rotten-child fashion, I wrinkled my nose and declared by disgust in having to wait to play while this loathsome chore was completed. I don't remember if I actually helped with the weeding, but soon the weeds were pulled and we were back to our playing.
Sometimes our lives get cluttered with weeds. We may know that they are there and choose to ignore them until they become an eyesore. We fail to recognize that by taking the time to deal with the weeds before they're out of control we could avoid a painful mess. Maybe it's embarrassing to admit fault or acknowledge those dreaded words: "I was wrong", but once the chore is completed, there is more room for the good stuff to grow. We grow more humble and our character is strengthened.
I'm planning on pulling some weeds in my garden in the backyard this weekend and while I'm at it, I'll be thinking about what personal weeds need to come out of the soil of my heart as well.