I am like the everyday weeds.
Of no real beauty.
But, like all of God's plants, we reach out to the sun.
God is the SUN, and we reach out to Him.
We may be nobody, but we are grateful for His love.
If we were of no importance, we probably wouldn't exist.
But we hold the soil, too.
Sometimes, we're the toughest.
Where others can be easily pulled out, give us a bit of crushed rock, and over time it becomes soil, and there we grow.
I know how weeds are.
Where others are great at planting, I'm better at "weeding".
I've climbed roofs to chop off many leaves, and branches, that have gone on board, ready to clog the drains, or dislodge the roof shingles.
It's gotten so, that I call myself the "weed-detector".
Weeds get nervous when I'm around.
They know I'll head for my saw, my shears, my mini chain saw, or whatever tool may be available at the moment.
Sure, they'll wrestle with me with all they've got.
And oftentimes, I lose.
For, I have to get to the "root" of them, and they're not about to go out kicking and screaming.
Only a weed (no, not the one you smoke), can know other weeds.
Thus, I know how to "uproot" them.
And I ask myself if they're a creation of the devil, or what.
Then I remember what God said:
17 And unto Adam he said, Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying, Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;
18 Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field;
19 In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Genesis 3:17-19 (King James Version)
Oh, so that's why.
The reason for the weeds, the hardship, the mortality.
But maybe I'm a different weed.
Maybe I'm an "evolved" weed.
Why else would this weed care to know more about God, despite the curse?
Why else do I lift my face up to the sun, offering all the articles I've been writing since 6 September 2019 -- all for you to read -- and all, in honor of the LORD God?
I am a weed, that weeded out all the "weed" from myself.
In case you have a difficult time understanding that, it's okay.
God uses my facility for words, and my natural bent on word play, so He and I can get His message across, to whoever cares to read our work.
He knows I have a playful heart.
He knows I am a five-year-old child, clutching Jesus' hands, as we walk, and talk, skipping, and hopping, and I pepper Him with questions.
And He laughs at this curious, tenacious being, who desires to know ALL about Him.
So, He guides me each day, and every moment, just as I had asked.
He wouldn't be rid of me so easily.
And He laughs some more.
He woke me up early this morning at 4 a.m., and I found myself writing about Him.
He said it was "urgent".
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You may want to read some verses on physical labor. You'll find these very interesting, revealing, and illuminating.