So this week I dig. Through the yuck. I’m resetting the boundaries.
I start here. This little patch I claimed as mine before we began building the house. I’m taking it back.
What grows in your garden? Is there an area you need to reclaim?
Over time, your boundaries can get smudged. Maybe with a spouse. Or a child. Or between work and play?
Maybe with God—over the pretties that pull you over the line when you don’t give full attention.
Cleaner boundaries lead to purer lives. More blooms; less weeds.
For the next 12 weeks I’m committing to playing in the yard* with God. Literally. I grow there.
So this week I take tools and reset boundaries.
- Orange-handled hoe
To pull back the leaves and chop through unruly roots.
- Notepad and pen
To scribble what I find in and out of the lines.
To document what was to compare with what is.
- Heart of gratitude
To thank the One who limits the bad—this far and no farther!—but lifts the roof off the good.
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* I’m reading God in the Yard: Spiritual practice for the rest of us.