I used to be a waitress. (Which, for the record, is EXCELLENT training for any future mother.)
We had a term back then that we would say when we were totally overwhelmed. We would say we were “in the weeds.”
In the weeds…
Lately that keeps coming back to me.
Perhaps it is because lately I have really began to notice this:
There is beauty in the weeds.
These were on the side of the road. I stopped and took their picture, because even though they are weeds, I cannot help but stand in awe at their glorious yellow bloom that points straight to the heavens.
And they grow wild, and can be seen all over the sides of the roads here. At every turn, you will find patches of bright yellow overtaking the desired green. They proclaim with no voice:
There is beauty, wild, overtaking, God crafted, heavenly beauty, in the weeds.
And then, there are the purple flowers. Our young daughter pointed one out just the other day.
It was tiny and yet incredibly simple and beautiful. Nestled in the grass, was this little purple flower from what looked like some type of clover weed. It was there all along, right under our feet.
Beauty is often right under our feet.
And throughout our yard, as I began to look, I saw many of them. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I could not seem to get an up-close focus of the beauty I saw in the weed. Neither could I get a distant focus of the beauty I saw in our daughter running through the yard. It was as if, together, this tiny flower and her tiny strides whispered:
Stop running. Start focusing on the beauty in the weeds.
Because beauty is there.
It is all around you.
Beauty, like the spider lily that greeted me as I stepped out the door to throw out yet another dirty diaper. It was there, in the middle of an area of our garden that I have never been fond of, as the ground covering is thick.
Beauty can be found in the dirty jobs, in the areas that you aren’t even fond of.
If you look close you will see it. You will see the beauty. You will see life.
Of course, in order to embrace it you must be willing to step close.
I was hesitant to step close. I have seen large spiders and bees in the area where this spider lily appeared and I had no idea what would happen if I chose to step there. But I needed to step there. Yes, there…
There is unexpected beauty THERE, in those places where you just don’t step because you are too afraid that if you do, you may get hurt.
And the thing about seeing the beauty in the weeds, is once you see it, you find it springing up everywhere.
You cannot even walk without finding more of it.
It is easy to find the beauty in the weeds.
Or is it?
Is it easy to see the beauty in a room filled with whining and complaining and messes on the floor?
Is it easy to see the beauty when you have been running, non-stop, all day, trying to simply do the best you can do, only to find that you can’t do it all and even if you could, you don’t know that you would, because you are tired, and all you want is to stop and be able to see just one good thing in clear focus?
Is it easy then to see the beauty in the weeds?
In the weeds.
I pray that you and I can see the beauty in the weeds,
Because IT IS THERE.
It is there in the touch of a loved one’s hand.
It is there in the eyes of a familiar face.
It is there in the middle of the mess.
And find the beauty in the weeds.
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Keep putting into practice all you learned and received from me—everything you heard from me and saw me doing. Then the God of peace will be with you.