Attacking roots
Picking weeds
Attacking roots
Anger, anxiety, bitterness, jealousy, shame, fear
Regrets
Firming rooted in my faith in Christ
I now have the courage to get my hands dirty
Digging deep and hard
childhood home on Roosevelt Road, I did a lot of weeding and dug out many roots
As much as I hate weeding
I do enjoy that satisfied feeling
Grabbing ahold of an ugly, unwelcome root
Victoriously
Knowing it no longer lives where it does not belong
A recent visit to Chicago to drop my middle OS (olive shoot) off at Moody Bible Institute, allowed me to return to my roots.
I visited two of my childhood homes
I do not think it is humanly possible to visit a childhood home without tears
Aaron took some pictures of my home
Cars speeding past as fast as my life
The Hubs took me to my first home as a baby
Pangs of grief but love
Time stood still there
I was relieved and blessed to see my grandparents’ home well manicured. It was sad to go back to my roots but it would have been miserable if it had been in shambles.
Visiting roots, keeping the good
Pulling weeds, removing the bad
Every Friday at 12:01am a few hundred (or is it closer to thousand?) women pop on over to Lisa-Jo’s page to find out what the word of the next 5 minutes will be.
No over thinking.
No editing.
No extreme planning and linking and photographing.
Just FIVE minutes of writing to see what comes out.
My Awesome Olive Shoots 
I love your grandparents’ home!
I like how you used the weed analogy. I always think of that one while I’m weeding too. 🙂
Great post.
I don’t like to pull weeds either because I sometimes can’t get all the roots outs. Our roots hold tight too, and I don’t think we can ever get rid of them.
Great post!
Seeing our old homes can be difficult. When my kids & I were staying with my Grandpa – it was in my childhood home. It came to mind while reading your post that roots – good & bad – can be difficult to remove. Thank you for this visual. Total side note: my youngest brother went to MBI :-). (visiting from 5minFri)
I only want roots in Christ. Good post.
Reblogged this on multicolouredsmartypants and commented:
I only want roots in Christ. He’s digging up the weeds from my past and flinging them away, soon to be destroyed. And my growing roots reach down, secure in bitter, deep, dark soil.
Lovely post from myawesomeoliveshoots.
What an encouraging message! Bless you and thank you!