After a weekend gathering my strength I decided I would tackle the weeds in the backyard today. I put on a pair shorts, a tank top, and snake boots. No, not really on the snake boots. Actually I put on my favorite red, white, and blue Speedo flip flops because they matched my red shirt. And they are my favorite. Did I already say that?
So off I went, this time with my trusty four legged friend to feel out the territory before me. It wasn’t long before I was finishing up in the area that surrounds the kids’ sandbox. Savannah was playing in the sand and suddenly started asking me quesions:
“Mommy, what are you doing?”
“I am spraying poison on the weeds.”
“Why?”
“So they will die.”
“But God made the weeds.”
“Yes, I know He did, Sweetie. But we can’t just let weeds grow wherever they like. Pretty soon they will take over your whole sandbox.”
Silence. And then quietly, almost to herself, I hear…
“I can’t believe you are killing God’s Holy weeds.”
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Sacred is all in the eye of the beholder.
:)
That is sooooo funny! Jenna said something similar like that recently. Guess
I should have blogged about it so I would remember-ha! I bet they seem holy
since you can’t get of the darn things!
Hey! Surprised to see me posting here? I was just going to send you an email, then I thought I would log onto your blog (it was not difficult
to remember the address!) and post here instead. In regards to your most recent entry, I have a quote to share that was the basis of a
social justice paper I wrote ten years ago now (how time flies!)–“The only difference between a weed and a flower is a judgment!”
Glad to see you are enjoying spring in GA. We are finally getting leaves back on the trees here in MN….and the weeds, too! :-)
I can totally hear her saying that. Wonder if she would find the snake sacred too?