The flower beds were filled with dried leaves and weeds. So we had to clear out carefully around all the flowers and ground-cover.
The pansies were what caused the most trouble.
As I would try to pull away the weeds, I kept accidently pulling up a pansy stem as well. The lovely flowers are rooted so shallowly that it's pretty much impossible not to kill them in the process of trying to help them.
Pansies are beautiful flowers. They sit daintily in the quiet shade of the porch, and just look pretty. The light breeze causes them to sway gently and bend their graceful faces away from the sun.
We do not want to have pansy-like faith.
If the best we can do is to look good, then there is something majorly wrong with our faith.
With pansy-faith, when the Gardener comes to prune and weed away the things that are choking us, we are so weak and fragile that we cannot manage to stay rooted.
The winds and rains of temptation barely beat on our shoulders before we give up and succumb to them.
This kind of faith makes us look holy and pleasing on the outside, but when trials come we droop. And we lose our only attraction.
Instead we should try to be like oak trees.
Even the smallest oak sapling is firmly rooted in the ground. If you have ever tried to pull up a tiny oak tree, you know that it can be very difficult.
It's their roots. Long, wide, deep, stretching, growing roots. Roots that drink up nutrients and always search for more. If the roots are healthy than the whole tree will be healthy.
The rains can pour as hard as they like.
The wind can bluster all it wants.
And yet that little oak tree will stay grounded.
I want to be like that.