My Mom is a gardener. I never took an interest. But I took from her a simple view that weeding the garden is essential.

We have these meticulously planted flowers in our garden and these weeds…they have to go.

Most of my life, I haven’t really been able to tell the difference between weeds and the plants that are supposed to be there. Sometimes it is obvious. But not all. This is a challenge I’ve assumed I should take as bad.

I mean, we’re supposed to know the difference right? One is good and the other evil. We’re supposed to hunt weeds and destroy them.

This, of course, only makes sense when we see ourselves as masters in control. Or when we recognize that weeds are hearty and invasive, while other plants can be delicate. In this way, we aren’t dealing with bad or evil. Just trying to help those who need our help.