Repent! Return! All really good stuff here in Jeremiah, but this was set ablaze in my eyes today:

Jeremiah 4:4A

Plow your unplowed fields,

but then don’t plant weeds in the soil!

It almost sounds like a fortune that might find in my cookie this evening. It’s common sense, right? When you spend all that time plowing, don’t turn around and plant weeds in your field.

But I think, sometimes, I do this.

I think I excavate my heart, I spend time giving things over to the Lord, only to find that in a day or so, I let offense back in there, or comparison, or bitterness. Those things grow quickly: like weeds and my heart is not the place for them to be.

I’m battling offense right now. It’s stupid, of course, so stupid that I haven’t told anyone because if I had to explain it, it would sound ridiculous. But, to me, it’s real. It’s there and I feed it the miracle grow of vain imaginations.

But letting things go is hard. Pulling up the root of a big weed required gloves and a trowel.

But it’s worth it.

I have some weeding to do…