Yard-works

Why do we do what we do?
I dug a hole for my new lemon tree yesterday. Fought through the thick layer of crabgrass and eventually found some moist dark soil that gave up its form quite readily. But then a snag; a rusted length of rebar was layed out across my pretty hole about a foot down. Once I wrestled it loose, a smattering of broken bottles and ceramic dishes barred my way. Eventually they too were cleared away and I was able to admire my hole; twice as wide and deep as the rootball. The tree was planted, the soil was packed and watered, and my mess cleaned up.

The motives of my heart are littered with undesirables. Most times I can rationalize or ignore them whilst pretending to have pure and noble intentions. And eventually the deeds are done and I move onto other tasks. But...will I ever dig a clean hole?

Greener Grass

There is much relief to be found in the Lord.
If I were in charge of my life I would make a lot of changes...a lot. But I am not in charge. I don't get to make the calls. I don't make the decisions. He does. And He doesn't make mistakes.
Anxiousness, worry, pain, discomfort...these conspire against me. They get my attention and plot against me. They try to get me to change course.
But God has me exactly where He wants me. What better place could I find?