i've been thinking a lot about weeds,
particularly the ones in the parable of the sower.
in the first two scenarios the seeds didn't really get much of a chance:
birds ate 'em or the sun scorched 'em because they didn't really have good roots.
but in the third scenario,
the weeds,
the seeds were able to burrow down & begin to grow.
their success was compromised not by the soil but by the setting.
had they not succumbed to the distractions, temptations, & life worries,
they would have flourished.
and that is what sticks with me.
how much of my growth is compromised by my setting & its effect on me?
what are the weeds that twist around & choke out the life developing within me?
i've been thinking about weeds so i can get better at identifying them,
so i can find better soil & become a tree.
