Friday, June 22, 2012

Don't Pull Those Weeds!

Have you ever felt like a "weed" in a field of gorgeous "flowers" - out of place and so very different?  I sure have!


Well, I guess I really am a "weed"!
Hallelujah for that!

Because of Him and Unto Him,

14 comments:

Floyd said...

Wow... I guess I too am a weed!

My mind jumped immediately to the non-conformists who God chose to create this country. I'm certain the mother land considered them to be like weeds that they could burn out and be rid of...

I have a new appreciation for weeds!

Veronica Shticks said...

Oh wow, Diane! I'm sitting here in awe of this! I love it when you and I are on the same mental wave-length! I love that it says "Be a weed!" I did a video about this very same thing last year. I'll email you the video. Love you, girl!

TC Avey said...

Thanks for the smile. It reminded me that when I was a kid I thought those weeds were great! I loved blowing them- they were so much fun!

It's all in our perspective!

Ann Cocktale said...

A a child I didn't know that the pretty yellow "flowers" turned into the fluffy things I like to blow on and watch scatter. When I became a home owner with a yard to maintain I was miffed at those same "flowers". Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Maybe my own weediness will go undetected and people will just appreciate me where ever I turn up.

Lolita said...

If we speak of weeds, may I choose my own kind? I always compared myself to the sturdy Bamboo.

They are not trees, they belong to the weed or grass family... only they are sturdy and tall.

My love for them is the example of resiliency...... they bow down over so low to a gusty wind and spring back up again. They reach out to the heavens, strong, praising God... and atop them all, they have a hoard of uses.

I should like to be this kind of weed. The third world trained us to be like them.

Thanks, D.

Crown of Beauty said...

Wow, Diane, given that definition of what a weed is... yup, count me in. I am a weed!

I call it "going against the flow..." and I also call it, being someone with "holy boldness."

And here's a comment for Lolits's comment - right on! I loved what you wrote about the bamboo's resiliency. I wanna be a bamboo weed too!

Love
Lidia

Diane Ronzino said...

LOL...You are right, Floyd!

Diane Ronzino said...

Yeah, Veronica! Yes, I want to see the video. No email has come yet, though....don't forget!

Diane Ronzino said...

TC, I've always had a love for dandelions! My yard is full of them in the spring!

Diane Ronzino said...

Amen, Ann!

Diane Ronzino said...

Oh, Lolita - yes, I see you as a Bamboo - definitely!

Diane Ronzino said...

Lidia, we should form a "bamboo club" for all us weeds!

Thanks all, I loved all your responses!

Betty said...

Yeah, count me among the weeds. Learning to survive in different culture took learning new skills. Not sure if we mastered them but you know you are different when you are the only one NOT carrying a machette while you walk around.

This is good Diane...you have a knack for finding good quotes and building a question around them. Blessings my friend.

Diane Ronzino said...

Gosh, Betty, I laughed at the picture of you being different. Oh, what you have experienced...

Sounds like a book waiting to happen....

I'd read...

And now....you have to be survive in American culture.

Hugs to you, my friend! HUGS!