A dry, warm day has arrived in Illinois. My mom and I spent several hours pulling weeds, I pulled, she bagged. There is a lot more to do but it is a start.
I love pulling weeds, there is something about removing what does not belong to allow what does, more room to grow.
How like our lives. When we allow worldly things and busyness to fill our lives there is no space for the God things to grow.
Is it time for weeding?