I walk through this garden probably 3-4 times per week. I never cease to find weeds. It is a constant, though not always unpleasant chore. Not only do I find weeds in multiple varieties, clingy, viney structures that creep along the ground and into the planted flowers, tall tap-rooted weeds that steal water and nourishment from the flowers, spindly grasses that hide in the center of the rose bushes, succulent weeds whose roots are deep and persistent, but I find new ones all the time. It's endless really.
Sometimes I see weeds that are in the area I just weeded as if they have grown there in the blink of an eye or the turn of my back. Today I found one weed that was two feet high! I hadn't seen it on Thursday when I strolled through the garden looking for weeds, but there it was on Saturday, boldly proclaiming that it had escaped my plucking hand for much longer than two days. It was disguised by it proximity to a tall flower but it also had escaped my notice precisely because I didn't expect it there. I had been looking for smaller, just-getting-started-weeds, closer-to-the-ground weeds, and didn't expect to see one the size of a Redwood.
So I doubled my efforts to eradicate as many of the leafy protuberances as possible. I went over the garden inch by inch twice. It is now clear, to the glancing-eye, of weeds. The problem however is that it is not clear to the inspecting-eye. All my experience tells me that on Sunday when I wander out to the garden during the church picnic, I will find more--more of the things I don't want, more of the things I missed, more of the things that rob the water, nourishment and beauty of the garden.
It's like that in my soul too.
"Lord, help to be a better gardener of my soul than I am of the garden in front of the church. Keep reminding me and showing me the sins and imperfections and entanglements that strangle my love and devotion to you and destroy the beauty of my life to others."