Trim

 "What you pay attention to, is what you will remember, and what you remember is what you will anticipate in the future." Curt Thompson

Our pest control company recommended that we trim these shrubs so they are not touching the house. (if you don't use Kenny, you should - he knows ALL the things)

I decided I'd tackle a little bit each day as Peanut swims. You know, while I'm already sweating in the yard.

This is two days progress.

The more I cut, the more it seems I need to cut.

I didn't chose these shrubs. I didn't plant these shrubs. However, they are very much my problem.

I've learned that's a part of adulting I'm not a big fan of.

Regardless of how the problem got here, if I want the problem solved, it has to be ME who solves it.

And problems left unattended, never shrink or go away on their own. They seem to grow and spread.

I've also found in adulting that in order to get to the root of a problem, I always make a bigger mess along the way.

As I was looking at the pile of clippings over taking the yard, I got to thinking about my current bible study.

How the more I read, the more I unpack.

The more I unpack, the bigger mess I seem to be making.

The writer challenged me to think about my addictions.

Addictions? I currently don't have addictions.

Wait - let's define addictions she said.

"Addiction is an attachment in the wrong direction. "

I have been pruning my branches. Shaking this idea of addiction around in my head.

I'm addicted to control.

Prune some more.

My roots are from a place where things were uncertain. Unpredictable.

I'm addicted to the constant.

Prune some more.

Where's the problem in that asks my google calendar focused soul?

Control means a lack of trust.

An attachment to control means a detachment from trusting in Him.

The more I clip and trim, the bigger mess I make.

Those underlying roots begin to show. The old wounds, the past hurts, the habits.

Show me your habits, I'll show you your life someone once said to me.

What do my habits say?

Mama Warriors, I have no grand conclusions today or even words of wisdom.

Today, I challenge you to gift yourself the ability to clip and prune.

To ask the big questions.

To sit in the mess.

To let the mess speak to you.