Wednesday, May 22, 2024

Dear God,

Thistles are beginning to rise up all over my contemplative garden.  I don't like it at all.  In fact, I hate those prickly weeds.  They stick in our hands and hurt.  But it is my own fault because I have not cared for my garden as I should.  I neglected it.

So like our spiritual lives.  Without gentle tending, we too have painful weeds that threaten to take over.  They too can scratch and like splinters, make way into our flesh creating pain.  They can cause all kinds of disruption in our lives.  Yet, spiritual gardening can be meaningful, helpful and transformative.

This morning I finally figured out how to use the formula to kill them.  I am praying it will take care of my spiritual thistles as well.

Thank you,

Compassionate God,

for weed killers.

Thank you

for providing

a way

to care

for all

our needs.

Clear our way

for beauty,

hope and joy.

Love, Andrea