Today I decided to weed the back garden and the grape vines. Before you make the mistake of thinking me a gardener, you should know the previous owners of my home were obviously hobbits, and loved everything that grows. Since I am not a hobbit, the poor yard has been in decline for 15 years.
As my knees and back begin to get weary, I thought of how often I found myself repeating this chore. If I do a good job in the spring, and cover with fresh bark, I should be pretty good around the flowers and shrubs until next year. But there will be next year…
It made me think about sin. When I was in kindergarten, I had sticky fingers. My family was very poor. I knew stealing was sinful. Sometimes, though, I wanted things my family could never buy for me. So I took them.
I am no longer a child thief. I have repented for these sins. It has been decades since I shoplifted anything. This weekend, though, I am house sitting some silly animals, and for the first time in a long time I felt tempted to walk out with more than what is mine.
I thought I had forsaken that sin. Why am I being tempted again? Is it because I didn’t really repent the first time? Or is the cunning one really that persistent?
Since I have been attending support group, and learning the 12 steps, I told my husband what I wanted to take, and that I knew better, but I was struggling.
He told me we didn’t need it, and he knew I was better than that.
I don’t understand this new twist. I will be glad when the weekend is over.