Through the eyes of a ten year old boy.
I asked my son to pull the dandelion weeds between the house foundation and the concrete sidewalk.
He was apprehensive to say the least. He reminded me that the last time, and every time we do this, as you pull the weeds out by the root an army of ants come racing out with them. For him that meant another mess to deal with. His idea was to simply cut the weeds off at ground level, not disturbing the ants below. To him that was a perfect solution, however, as any gardener knows; you can cut and trim until you are blue in the face and you still have weeds. You have to get to the source. The root of the matter.
I insisted he do it my way and of course, out came the army! Much to my sons dismay. Imagine this visual. Busy ants scurrying around everywhere and my son dancing around trying to stomp them out, all the while arguing "See Mom, I told you, I told you!"
Later, reflecting back on the incident, smiling at the ant stomp, I began to think about the weeds in our lives.
Look at the dandelion. It has, arguably one of the most beautiful blooms. That bright yellow, fuzzy bloom. A field of blooming dandelions is breath taking to behold. Like sin; it looks good and pleasurable at first, for a season. Once it takes root in our lives it becomes ugly.
Children play with the dying dandelion, blowing it's seeds all around.
We sometimes play with the sin in our life like it were a silly dandelion. It seems, we are surprised when the bloom dies, that it leaves a bunch of seeds. As we play in our sin, we are planting and cultivating more sin. It happens little by little and before we no it, there is a whole field of sin in our life and we wonder how it happened.
Tune in tomorrow for Dandelion Seeds Part 2, The Great Gardener.
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