I'm not gonna lie: This work week has been one big field of weeds.
Homeowners know that feeling when the backyard is almost instantly overrun by ugly plants.
Supervising the landscape at work (including my own desk), it's been littered with complaints, unreasonable requests, mistakes, rudeness, untimely absences, and resource shortages. It's just one of those weeks where almost no singular accomplishment stands out to smile back fondly upon. It just so happens to be at the end of a month and a quarter, when deadlines are everywhere. And did I mention that there was a fire drill in the middle?
But.
Weeds can be picked with persistence.
The garden's been clean before. I know it will be clean again, and for a long time.
Life is not perfectly manicured all the time. If you respond by swinging a shovel around and gouging everything in sight in protest, it only makes things worse. And, I would imagine, is disappointing to God.
So today's the day to go out with work gloves on and start plucking our way to success, and eventually to our dreams.
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