The Tenacity of a Weed
Okay, I admit it: I have a secret soft spot for
weeds. I’m not talking about the armies
of weeds that wreak havoc on your garden; I’ve waged war on plenty of
those. But whenever I see a lonely
little weed poking up through a sliver-thin crack in the pavement, I can’t help
but cheer for it.
I think it’s because it saw an opportunity where no one
else did. Other plants wouldn’t dream of
taking root in such an inhospitable place, where even if they do manage to
grow, they’re likely to get pulled or sprayed with weed killer. But this little weed… well, not even pesky
humans with all their concrete and chemicals could get in its way. It sunk its roots deep and grew up boldly to
the sunlight.
I’d like to be more like that little weed. So my prayer today is not that God would make
me strong and majestic like the trees or lovely like the flowers. No, I just pray that God would take me, in
all my weakness, amid all the obstacles of life, and give me the scrappy tenacity
of a weed.
Christin Tomy, Candidate
Sinsinawa
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