My Lawn Wants to Eat Me

        I could almost hear my lawn licking its lips as I walked though it last night. Long blades of grass grasped for my ankles. Getting back inside did not come quick enough. It is official: My lawn wants to eat me. It has rained here in North Carolina on every possible mowing day for the last few weeks. 


        Generally I try to keep my lawn at bay. You know, just so everyone knows who is really in charge. It is different now. There is mutiny brewing. The once tame fescue I called my friends has teamed up with the wire grass and kudzu to put an end to me. This may be my last post.


        An unkempt lawn is no different than an unkempt relationship with God. If we do not confess our sin to God as it comes, we can easily be fertilizing the sinful nature within us that Jesus died to defeat. Before you know it we may be only feet from the house but it is completely out of sight. Be sensitive to the Spirit's conviction. God wants to do regular maintenance on our lives so that we do not become a weeded tangled mess. 


1 John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

Muddy Paws and Man's REAL Best Friend

My Dog, 'Snips'

  
     I love my dog, but I can't stand the relentless digging that she does. She doesn't seem to understand my hatred of muddy paws, and seems to wonder why she cannot always come in the house.

     I thought I had tried everything. I put chicken wire underneath the gravel in her cage. She pulled it up. I strategically placed stepping stones over the areas where she most frequently digs. She dug giant holes underneath them.

     It wasn't until I began placing her own waste in the holes and covering it, that she finally began to get the picture. Dogs do not want to eat, sleep, or dig near there own waste. Digging is natural for her, and she would never stop if I did not intervene. I had to get her to the point where she hated digging, before she would stop.

    God wants us to stop digging. To stop reaching down into the filth of who we used to be. Muddy paws cannot come into His house. That is why the Holy Spirit is a constant reminder of where our digging leads. He reminds us of the stink we once had on us, with gentle and loving promptings. Digging was once natural for us, but now we are His. It is time to live like we belong in the house.

We may say that a dog is man's best friend, but if you have ever owned one you know that it is only temporary. God has truly earned the right to be our best friend for eternity. Romans 5:8 "But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. "