I never feel like cleaning my back yard. It’s not usually that fun. Especially on days like today, when I came home last night with quite a bit of anxiety. When I get jammed up, I usually start believing that there are these big, scary things that are what is causing the anxiety…kind of like the overgrown monster-like clouds of bushes and weeds.
I feel overgrown. I feel overtaken. I feel out of control. I feel the anxiety.
When I actually make the time to let God in there-he leads me to slowly pull away the little junk that is connecting all these great plants (which makes them seem junky to me). He leads me to get a trim. He leads me to kill the poison ivy, he leads me to whack weeds and fight back the weird weed-trees that grow berries.
You may not be able to tell the difference below, but it feels a lot different to me. Even the prayerful act of clearing out this junk helped a lot. The dying poison ivy in life isn’t all gone just yet, and there are still weed-trees trying to overtake the yard…but it’s enough for today.