Removing the Weeds

This year I have been in a season of weeding. The season of fire refining who I am. All the “other” being stripped away until only what is real is left.

The culmination of so many gifts in the form of lessons I have been able to put into practice. So many opportunities to grow and lean into my Creator.

What’s left is only what is necessary and true. I’m grateful for the process as painful as it has been and will more than likely continue to be.

But I know this: “Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy. They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest.”

I’ve sown with swollen eyes and sleepless nights. I’ve sown with cries of anguish. I’ve sown with my hands in fists and screams in my throat.

I will reap in joy. I will reap shouting. And none of that depends on me.

It depends on the Lord. God is my grace and He has been good to me.

Now in this moment when I am recovering from a good weeding. Tomorrow when things seem lighter. The next time weeding occurs and I am again fired and refined.

He’ll be good then, too.

Always. Always He is good.