They’re starting to get out of hand – the dandelions, that is.
The forecast today calls for rain, so there goes another chance to weed out the vigorous invaders.
Truth be told, I don’t mind dandelions all that much. In fact, I rather treasure the bright splash of color a singleton can add to an otherwise bland and boring stretch of fescue.
Of course, dandelions tend not to be as gracious as I’d like in accepting my hospitality. One pretty flower turns quickly into ten or twenty. And then, the battle is on.
Not this weekend though. Events are conspiring to give the weeds a stay of execution. All I can do is watch and wait.
And perhaps, during my rain-soaked Sabbath pause, take a moment to reflect on the wisdom that the Risen Lord offers his friend Peter as they chatted after breakfast on the seashore:
Amen, amen, I say to you, when you were younger,
you used to dress yourself and go where you wanted;
but when you grow old, you will stretch out your hands,
and someone else will dress you
and lead you where you do not want to go.”
Indeed: The dandelions have disrupted my plans for a perfect expanse of green. But they’ve caught my attention, too.
I wonder: Am I leaving room…for unplanned beauty to bloom in my life?
And: Where is it that I’m being led…that I may not want to go?
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.