Life emerges, struggling up through the cracks in your Pathway toward the sunlight and nourishment into a new life. You stand at the ready with your pruning tool ready to get rid of this overgrowing body of plants. Then, the light catches your eye and you perceive something special about it…lying within its shape. You pause.
As you bend down onto your knees deciding about what to do, you close your eyes and open your heart to try to “see” what is in front of you. You envision ants that crawl over this shape, seemingly disrespecting its struggle. The mailman tramples it as he moves from house to house. Can’t they see it is trying to grow? This shape has no meaning to them.
Cold water seeps into my senses and opens my eyes. The overflowing water drains down the driveway shimmering driveway into the struggling plant. What is this something special about this life? Can a weed become a beautiful plant or is it one already?
Sunlight warms my face as it makes its way to caress the horizontal arms of this weed cross as it reaches out to the small, green dandelions struggling on each side. They barely have any life left, but they hang on for dear life. Looking for nourishment … struggling so hard, yet hopeful that there will be a way for the water to find them. The Gardener lovingly sees each living thing and cares for them according to what He sees is right for them. What one person sees as beauty…can another not learn to see as a hindrance?
When you see a man walking by your house, do you stop and say hello, but from a distance. Do you gaze at a woman down the street gaze, wondering if she really Belongs in Your neighborhood? Despite current social distancing, do we do this in our community? Do we really see heartbeats for who they are? Are we those ants who just don’t see and walk on through?
Are you attune to the heartbeats of your neighbors and world? Perhaps you are. You may be a family barely struggling by, and yet seeing life differently. Yes, there are bills to pay, yes, hurts digging into hearts so deeply, but yet you see the plain, but radiantly peaceful Gardener whose Light is pruning your lives. Helping you to see how beautiful life is…when the cool water just seeps in and you are become slowly, more clearly aware.
From where I am on my knees, this weed cross is a reminder to me. I touch its growing leaves and give it some water. Next time you take a walk, or visit a store, see a neighbor wherever he is…smile with your heart to let the Son shine through you. All is well and all will be well.
© 2020 Bonnie L Smith-Davis