Weeds

Emptied.
Hungry. Tired. Burned out.
All of the above.
Exhausted.

Warm water running down my face failed to ignite the synapses between my ears.

Dull.
Spent.
Taking one lifeless step after another.

It is in these moments my mind is fertile ground for whatever takes root, and of course, weeds grow faster than everything else.

What went wrong last week.
What could go wrong this week.
How good that warm bed looks and
Do I really need to go to work today?

Fighting through the weeds, other seeds broke through:

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters. Colossians 3:23

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; Proverbs 3:5

Now there’s one I can wrap my weary head around. Leaning not on my own understanding should be easy today. There’s none to lean on.

Then the Lord said, “Trust Me.”
Two words.
That’s all.

Trust Me

I continued my commute, barely missing a sideswipe from a car in my blind spot.
Only by the Lord’s Hand.

Blind spot.
Unaware.
Empty.

Again,
Trust Me

Perhaps I needed to be emptied, to be humbled.
I am an empty vessel needing to be filled.

Father, lift me.
Fill me.
Walk with me.

Turning a corner, the sunrise pierced through my sleepy eyes. Normally an annoyance, but today? A welcome answer, warmth to grow good seed past bad weeds.

Lord, I am empty.

I know.
Trust Me.

Then Jesus said:
And surely, I am with you always, to the very end of the age. Matthew 28:20

Amen…