tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006877034360892497.post1103493553612033651..comments2023-09-29T02:54:36.953-07:00Comments on Words of Joy: Weeds are flowers tooJoy Lentonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486637586238798088noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006877034360892497.post-47662897249101829742015-05-08T11:14:33.089-07:002015-05-08T11:14:33.089-07:00Hi Debbie. Yes, those seeds sure spread fast, don&...Hi Debbie. Yes, those seeds sure spread fast, don't they? Going wherever the wind decides to send them. I'm sure your garden is a feast for the eyes and not a tangled mess like this one! Thanks for visiting, friend. :) xJoy Lentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03486637586238798088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006877034360892497.post-26196374068975747352015-05-08T11:12:14.932-07:002015-05-08T11:12:14.932-07:00Hi Keren. Yes, it does sometimes seem that weeds &...Hi Keren. Yes, it does sometimes seem that weeds "are even more beautiful than the flowers we plant" and I agree our "heart intentions" probably contribute to their wild flowering. It's hard-wired within us to sow and seek a good return. Weeds remind us of the lavishness of God's grace where their beauty seems an extravagant waste on what we perceive as garden pests.Thank you for adding to the conversation here in your own unique way. I appreciate you stopping by, dear friend. :) xJoy Lentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03486637586238798088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006877034360892497.post-41639384308326096312015-05-07T18:25:24.661-07:002015-05-07T18:25:24.661-07:00Beautiful blog. I was planting my garden today and...Beautiful blog. I was planting my garden today and had to clean up a few weeds first. It all begins as a seed blown by the wind or dropped by a bird. Seeds get around don't they? Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924058008325840534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2006877034360892497.post-18170170830397748762015-05-07T12:17:44.482-07:002015-05-07T12:17:44.482-07:00Oh that's lovely, Joy. I was feeling very wee...Oh that's lovely, Joy. I was feeling very weedy today, now I know it doesn't matter. Sometimes weeds are even more beautiful than the things we plant, perhaps heart intentions are the same. Something beautiful arises and we think, where did that come from? Thank you for your encouraging heart and your expressive writing. Keren Dibbens-Wyatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243864501780189541noreply@blogger.com