In a sun-scorched jungle with sweat creating mini rivulets down my face I worked. Actually it was in the backyard of the YWAM base in Santo Domingo, but before the machete action it was very jungle-like, regardless…
With the sun high overhead and beating down I worked to complete my daily chore of pulling weeds. Soak in a little vitamin D, work on a tan, play in the dirt – much better than cleaning with Clorox indoors if you ask me.
I soon discovered my task at hand was a bit more challenging than expected. Maybe it is because I am a perfectionist or maybe because I am just as stubborn as the weeds I worked amongst, either way I was frustrated
Large weeds equal large roots and these roots were firmly planted in the hard, parched soil. Such roots are not easily removed.
“If I can’t get the roots out then this is just a waste of time. It’s just going to grow back,” I mumbled as I dug and yanked to no avail.
No sooner had I thought it than I heard a still, small voice reply, “That’s right, it will just keep coming back as long as you leave the roots, Steph.”
Uh-oh. My gardening chore was becoming “let’s have a little talk with Jesus time”. From the conversation’s beginning this wasn’t going to be fun for me…
