I mulched the other day. I had been putting it off since as anyone knows who has ever mulched, it makes for a fairly tough day. The mulching was not what I was dreading. It was the preparation of the beds that made me put it off. Preparation involves digging up weeds and grass and anything else that doesn’t belong. Then the beds should be re-cut…with a straight shovel.
So, I went at it with my son Jeremy and my daughter Becca who chose to be home from college on the wrong weekend. I have often reminded my children during times like these that this was one of the reasons I wanted kids in the first place.
We cut and prepared and then spread the mulch one wheelbarrow at a time. When we finished it looked and smelled wonderful. Personally, I love the smell of mulch in the morning. It smells like…victory!
I’ve noticed since that weekend that I have been trying to stay current with my flowerbeds. I love the way they look and when I see a weed raise it’s little ugly head I go after it with a vengeance.
My flowerbeds are not unlike my heart. There are times when I feel I have neglected my heart and all sorts of little weeds have grown up. I put off the work necessary because it really is work. I need to spend the time to go through every part of my life and dig up the sins that have roots. Too many times I try to just rip the top off so it doesn’t show. When I do that it never really goes away. But if I take the time to bring my heart section by section, slowly, to the cross there is a cleanliness that comes and a beauty that returns that I love.
After I do that there is a length of time that I’m particularly attentive and it becomes really difficult for sin to take root. Those are my favorite seasons with God.
I’m glad I’ve made this connection with mulching. Now, whenever I walk around my yard and reach down to pick out a particularly stubborn weed, I smile. I smile because I can feel God doing the same with me. The promise is clear.
If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (I John 1:9).
It ends up God and I both love the smell of mulch in the morning. It really does smell like victory.