I’m A Plant Killer8
My boss just recently bought another business in town, and everyone in my office has moved down to the new office because there’s more space and to keep the two business separate. So that leaves me here at my office all alone. Which I’m really okay with. I have plenty of foot traffic. I work with a couple other agents who come in regularly throughout the day to pick up keys to show homes or bring me paperwork. And I worked by myself for 7 years in my home. I get a ton more accomplished. I’m way too easily distracted.
The problem I’m running into, though, is that they didn’t take the office plants with them. It seems as though my green thumb is mainly black. I killed three cacti in college. Keep in mind you only have to water them once a month…and I did it…and they still died.
Total black thumb.
In fact, I don’t even notice the plants until one morning, like today, when I walk in and they’re all wilted and just about to die. I head straight for the watering container, kicking myself the whole way because I hadn’t thought to water them before they got to this point.
I heard once that the way you keep your house is the way your keep your heart.
I think I might be in big trouble.
I keep house my own special way. I put things off and wait until I can hardly stand it anymore to start the deep cleaning process. OR I wait until I’m having people over and make my home look presentable so my friends don’t think I’m a complete slob.
I put on a show.
My house is a mess.
My heart’s a mess.
If I would do a little every day as just regular maintenance, I wouldn’t ever be slightly embarrassed for someone to stop in and catch me with a messy house. If I would water the plants in the office a couple times a week, they wouldn’t be on the brink of death every couple weeks. If I would pay attention to my own messiness in my heart and feed it with good things every day, I wouldn’t have to put on a show.
Honestly, the hardest thing in my spiritual life is to sit down and read my Bible. I have struggled since day one.
When I do, my life is more organized. Everything runs better. My heart is getting cleaned and that makes me function better all around. But when I don’t, that’s when the acting starts.
This blog is about me selling out. About my God-given future taking a back seat to my own selfish desires. I think this is the root of it all.
My heart is to continue to grow, but just like the plants that I keep on killing, it will never happen if I don’t get to the root of the problem. So here’s to watering the plants in the office, and here’s to watering the messiness of my heart.
Do you hate cleaning as much as I do?