Well, many people reading this already know that we have just come back from a 3 week hiatis also known as our vacation! I am going to write about that later……..but for now, I want to tell you about the surprise we had when we got home.
Before we left, we (and when I say “we” I am referring to my husband) worked hard preparing the garden for our trip. He weeded, trimed, watered, staked, etc. every afternoon for the week leading up to our departure. We were expecting some weeds when we got home but nothing could have prepared us for the jungle we spotted well before pulling into the driveway. Apparantly, while we were away, we had an unusually large amount of rain coupled with plenty of sunshine. I am sure the entire neighborhood had been watching this beast take root wondering when we were going to come home and take a machete to this eyesore. In only 3 weeks, the entire garden (which was about to my knee or waist when we left) was now over my head including most of the weeds! (and I’m 5’9″) Even the tomato plants had crawled over their cages or stakes and now lay in tangles together on the ground…. The bugs feasting on my favorite fruit!
We had hired a teenager in our neighborhood to cut the lawn but assured him that he did not need to bother himself with any labor of the vegetable garden. As we climbed out of our vehicle, our mouths were nearly on the ground! Both of us immediatly went to survey the damage. It was horrible. I was embarrassed that this overgrown tangle of weeds was now in our backyard and fully expected a letter from the city attached to our front door warning us to do something with it (there wasn’t one) . I stood there next to my dear husband desperately hoping that he would not try to enlist my help to get it in order. It’s hot and humid…not to mention there are billions of bugs in that thicket of weeds! I was not so lucky. I guess he expected his faithful wife who had the bright idea of planting a garden to be out there on the frontlines with him. (Thankfully, he didn’t remind me that starting a garden was my idea!)
I managed to busy myself all afternoon finding every excuse to do the work in the house while he toiled away in those bowels of darkness. But today, as soon as the sun came up, Scott rolled over and asked, “you ready to work in that garden?”. My response was “that’s not a garden”. I managed to find some excuse (How convenient that today I decided to begin exercising) but promised to help this afternoon. And so I did. It was lots of work. We were sweating and dirty and despite bug repellant we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes.

The end of the 2nd day of work.....
After trying to untangle the tomato plants, I finally made the decision to simply pull up the worst offenders. They were heaps on the ground and at the center of the conglomeration, we couldn’t have reached the fruit. I knew it would be breeding ground for stink bugs. For the benefit of the rest of the garden, they had to be pulled or severly cut back despite the fact they were producing a prolific amount of fruit. Not my happiest moment.
As we were working, I began thinking about how as parents, we are curators of our young childrens garden of their heart. Very often, just like in my garden, weeds take root in a relatively short time of neglect. I am not talking about neglect such as that which requires intervention by OCS, but instead simple things such as neglecting to follow through with discipline, allowing sassiness to go uncorrected and failing to teach them simple responsibility. Next thing you know, you are having to pull up or cut back even the fruit bearing plants because you know that there will be unplucked fruit that the bugs will gorge themselves on and spread over the entire garden.
I am sure that we looked like a site. Sweating and dirty disappearing in and out of that jungle. The roots on those weeds went deep and I twisted and contorted to get some of them out of the ground. Usually, I had to enlist the help of gardening tools, scissors, hedge clippers and my hubs weedwacker! My hair was frizzy from the humidity and did I mention that sweat was pouring off of me like Niagra Falls? Certainly our neighbors were amused at watching this not so private display. Isn’t it like that when the weeds in our childrens life take root? We are the last one to discover them often too late when serious prunning is in order.
So now, look around. Is there weeds creeping up around you? Are you seeing some wild shoots in your childs life? Are you considering just letting those foreign seeds grow to see what happens…hoping for the best? Don’t neglect those weeds any longer. First pray and ask God for direction and then begin the dirty work of weeding your childs heart. Just like my tomato plants must be staked and directed to keep them from wallowing on the ground, our childrens hearts need to be trained and directed.
It’s not easy. You will sweat. You will be dirty. You will stink for a while. You will need tools. I can assure you of these things. However, don’t wait…… it won’t get easier.
Everyone expects that gardens need to be weeded and tended to. A person doesn’t make fun of a gardener as he gently pulls the weeds that would steal the life of his precious plants. No. We only become the laughing stock when it becomes obvious that we have neglected our duties.
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