Are your edges fuzzy?

The line is blurry.
Where do the weeds stop and the flowers begin?

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.

But I’m not starting from scratch. It has roots now—of irises, daisies, pinks, azaleas. Keep the good; eliminate the bad.

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.

Hands dirty, sweat dripping, muscles tugging. I breathe clearer outside. I forget time. I remember Eternity.

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.
• Camera
  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.

Tend your edges.
You’ll find delight within the boundaries.

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What boundaries do you need to reset?

  *  I’m reading God in the Yard: Spiritual practice for the rest of us.