Love In The Weeds?

John and I work up early this morning to try to get in our 10,000 steps before the little people arose from their slumber demanding food and beverages and plans for the day.  We were mostly quiet mostly as we walked, though we did listen to a few chapters from CS Lewis's The Great Divorce.

The house where we live currently is on a beautiful piece of property, nestled between a set of corn fields and decorated with the most beautiful, albeit dilapidated, barns.  Our view is a little slice of heaven, especially in the early morn, when deer peak out from the growing stalks and the birds salute the rising sun atop the ridge of a fire engine red shed.

When I feel the frantic pace of the day creep in on me and my soul is is ringing from technological overload, all I need do is walk outside, take a deep breath, and glance around at the handiwork of God.

He is a master craftsman.

Around 7 am, John needed to head inside to get ready for work and by that time, I saw little eyes peaking at me from windows.  I made my way into the kitchen and tended to the business of the morning:  unloading the dishwasher, filling cereal bowls and juice cups, spooning mounds of rice cereal and applesauce in Edward's mouth.  I worked quickly, anxious to get back outside to finish my walk and by 8:30, I had buckled Edward into his carriage and began pounding the tared pavement again.

I called to Mary, who was trailing behind me with Camille at her heels.

"You guys want to pull some weeds for me?"

They responded with enthusiasm and immediately set to work digging out the green shrubs growing out from underneath the porch.  I made circles in the driveway, occasionally stopping to oversee their work.

"Look, Mom," seven year old Mary said as I breezed by, huffing into my chest.

I stopped and turned around.  She approached me slowly, proud of her discovery. She uncoupled her hands.

"They're hearts!"

Indeed.  The leaves of the weeds were in shapes of hearts.

And I thought about how even in the weeds, no... especially in the weeds, God whispers His message of unending love.

"God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever His glance falls He turns all things to beauty."  --St. John of the Cross

Psalm 96: 11-13: Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. Let all creation rejoice before the Lord, for he comes, he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world in righteousness and the peoples in his faithfulness.