When the Grumpies Knock Your Feet Out From Under You...

I usually wait for some striking idea before writing these posts. Sometimes that means I'm writing the ideas the night before, other times I am inundated with thoughts and can write weeks ahead.

I do this because I don't want to just jot down anything. This is a golden time I get to spend with you. A time we can chat about issues that stir our hearts and bring us close to God.

These ideas frequently come at the strangest time. This one is no different. 







Here I was, wallowing in a grumpy, nobody loves me mode most of day. It didn't start that way.

God woke me with a beautify sunny sky (my favorite). The birds sang and scurried about the yard. Ducks swam in the lake. He helped me think of Him as I got up and started my day. I thought of several prayer requests posted here on this blog, and ones from Facebook. I prayed for my friends and their concerns.

Then the grumpies came, knocking my feet out from under me. I prayed. Said Bible verses. Sang Scripture songs. Sigh. The grumpies didn't go away.

All day long.

One of the chores I really dislike doing is gardening. My problem is I can't always tell the difference between the flowers and the weeds. But I'd promised hubby I would weed the raspberries patch and plant the new raspberry bushes we'd bought. 

7:30 pm. I had to get the job done. The sun would go down soon, and I had to keep my word.

I knelt by the plants and felt so sorry for the young bush. How had all these nasty weeds tangle around them already? I raked the leaves away and pulled the weeds while talking to those poor plants. I ran my fingers through the soil until all the strangling roots were gone.

I bet you know where this is going. Yeah. I kept talking to those poor plants, and told them I knew exactly how they felt. We'd both been tangled up in weeds that strangled the good life from us today. I dug deep into the dirt one more time to make sure the weeds were gone then set wood chips on top of the soil to protect them a little longer.

I should have done the work earlier in the day. Working those grumpies out of my muscles felt good. Seeing how nice the raspberry bushes look made me happy.





So, now, I sit at my keyboard with dirt under my fingernails and share how good God is to us. 

True, He has to work the dirt and pull the weeds out of our lives. Sometimes He has to yank pretty hard to get the deep roots to pull free. 

But He loves us enough to do this whenever we need.

Thank you, God. 

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How are you doing, today? 

Do you have a praise to share?

How about a prayer request?

Or how about a howdie do? ;)