I’m constantly amazed that our garden produces food we can actually eat. I grew up on a farm. I understand the process. I’ve dropped 100’s of bean and corn seeds into miles of trenches and covered them gently, awaiting the day they would push up from the earth in the form of green plants bearing fruit.
What starts as a hard shell turns into a living, breathing organism that offers nutrition and life-sustaining food for so many others.
Our garden, only 32 square feet, is already providing onions and lettuce for our enjoyment. The tomatoes have flowers, the green peppers have small buds, the Brussel sprouts are showing little growths under each leaf and small beats and carrots are forming just below the earth.
It is a constant reminder that seeds we plant, whether in the garden or in our own lives, will produce fruit. Occasionally, we must pull a weed (also a plant that started from a seed) because we value the vegetables so much more. The same is true in our lives. We might find that some stray seed of negative thought, misunderstanding or destructive behavior has found its way into our perfectly tilled soul. We must pluck it immediately or before we realize what has happened, the foreigner will block the life-giving son that is needed to keep our harvest from reaching its full potential.
Today, I pulled a weed or two. I called a halt to my out-of-control schedule. I refused to allow my work to dominate my life. I called it quits at my 9th hour of work and went home to my wife. I found peace in the comfort of my home and the embrace of my family. It wasn’t easy but it was worth it.
I can’t produce fruit if I’m constantly allowing the weeds of discontent to overwhelm the productive part of my being.