Ruminations: Those Darn weeds…

A week ago, I took the opportunity to reflect on the readings for Sunday, July 19 in the Catholic Lectionary. I share those thoughts with you as we do battle with the weeds in our flower gardens, our vegetable gardens, and in the gardens we call our lives.

When I was a little girl, I used to love to run out to the culvert at the edge of our lot in the spring and summer and pick flowers for my Mom. She was gracious enough to receive them with joy. What I didn’t realize was that they were weeds and she had allergies to those weeds!

It seems that the good and the bad grow together.

As young adults and home owners, Tom and I created vegetable gardens and planted flowers in our yard. Inevitably, I would discover some flower/vegetable “look alikes” that entangled themselves with the plants we were trying to grow. The weeds came out with great difficulty, usually taking the tender flowers or veggies with them.

It seems that the good and the bad grow together.

When I was in my early 30’s, I received a push from the Holy spirit to direct a contemporary choir. The push came from our parish liturgist/musician who was actually a rather toxic person, was skilled in the art of passive aggressive actions that were hurtful, and whose primary goal was to embarrass me and shut me up. That didn’t happen. I must confess, I was none too kind to him either.

It seems that the good and the bad grow together.

Fortunately, God gives us room to grow and change in the gardens of our lives.

As we look back at our past garden existences, can any of us say we are the same as when we were kids? Have we made choices in younger days that seemed wise or fine with us and when we look back, we are mortified because we have a broader outlook now?

It seems that the good and the bad grow together.

We still garden—well, Tom does the heavy work. I put flowers in pots and try to remember to water them. He weeds, hoes, fertilizes and stakes the vegetables. This summer, he had to devise some string paths for the bean plant tendrils to grip onto, as they were choking our pepper plants.

In my life I hope not to be strangled or choked out by the weeds of hopelessness, bitterness, cynicism, snarkiness, or just plain inability to love.  I try to keep my roots deep in the soil of God’s love. Sometimes, though, I cannot even pray—I lack the words, but I know the spirit speaks on my behalf, moves and groans within my soul, and keeps my roots intact.

These past months have been rather awful on so many accounts for everyone. You may find yourself at a loss for hope, for prayer, for anything other than cynicism, anger, or a maybe an occasional need to self-medicate. And yet, God is here, in each of the gardens that are our lives. God is loving the good, the bad, the unlovable that creep into our little gardenscapes. God gives room for us all to grow and to be forgiven when we fail at living in love and justice. God gives us time to sort it out.

And sort it out we must. Like our rather aggressive bean plants, I wonder how many times I have, with good intentions, choked out someone else’s work, love, or hopes? Like the pretty flowers I picked for my mom, my efforts may end up as toxic to another.

God gives us room to grow and change.

God’s spirit groans the prayers we cannot pray.

It seems that the good and the bad grow together. And it will all get sorted out.

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I am a fabric artist and a professional minister in the Catholic Church. I am married for 40+ years to a most fabulous man. We have 4 adult children, 2 daughter-in-laws ( who we also consider to our children!) and 4 grandbabies. I love to weave, paint silk, sew and design garments for myself; bead, read, write and color. I am also a spiritual Companion/Director and have a special place in my soul for women who are healing and in need of healing from trauma and abuse. I love coffee, quiet reflective prayer time at my kitchen table and long walks to breathe in the Holy Spirit. I would like to learn how to spin yarn and will someday create a spun, hand dyed/painted, beaded, woven fabulous garment of peace!

4 thoughts on “Ruminations: Those Darn weeds…

  1. So much this: “In my life I hope not to be strangled or choked out by the weeds of hopelessness, bitterness, cynicism, snarkiness, or just plain inability to love. I try to keep my roots deep in the soil of God’s love. Sometimes, though, I cannot even pray—I lack the words, but I know the spirit speaks on my behalf, moves and groans within my soul, and keeps my roots intact.” Beautiful, relatable and timely. Thank you, Nancie! x 🙂

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