I actually like to weed. I like to feel the little leafy-things come up out of the ground. Especially if they have a really long, thick root. I like to look at the different shapes and kind of weeds. I know that there are certain weeds that I need to grab and pull a certain way. And this might sound weird but when I see new weeds I think of it like a game, or a challenge to pull them out.
|Yea, I know that this isn’t a weed but you don’t really think that I would actually put a photo of a weed up here do you?|
I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
The same thing goes for flowers or any plant. A good example is when I weed over by this certain bush. The flower of this bush is very tiny and the petals look as if they were fondant shaped by a baker for a wedding cake. (No it isn't the flower in the photo) Whenever I see it I almost always say “How can anyone believe in evolution when they see this!?!” Truly it must have been designed by God!
The next time you weed don’t think of it as a boring chore, instead think of it as an affirmation of this truth:
That God made this world.