Crabgrass in Life
When I retired, I took on gardening as part of my household chores—a task I didn’t exactly volunteer for, but one that’s become a surprising joy. I now love being outdoors, trimming the bushes, mowing and edging the lawn, and admiring the results when everything looks neat and vibrant. What I didn’t expect, however, was how much that backyard—especially the grass—would teach me about my walk with Christ. Our backyard lawn was in rough shape when I inherited it. Years of neglect had allowed all sorts of weeds to take root—clover, stickers, and especially crabgrass. At first glance, it looked green, but up close, I realized much of what was growing wasn’t the original grass at all. I set out to restore it, using weed and feed, watering more intentionally, and even getting down on my hands and knees to pull out the invasive growth by hand. But here’s the thing about crabgrass—it’s sneaky. It sends out long shoots, far from the central plant, invading fresh ground before you even...