Cussing isn’t something I do. But I came close today. For several years I have been waging war on a nasty runner grass. This stuff has such strong stems they could be used for rope. It invaded my iris bed by sending runners – get this – under the garage floor! Every year I lost ground. Last year I gave up. I dug all the iris rhizomes up, moved my garden arch, which supported a clematis, dug out all the edging.
I do not like using herbicides. Roundup didn’t work on it when I tried to kill it on the opposite side of the garage, anyway. As I said, it just burrowed deeper and sought the sky on the other side.
My strategy with weeds is to dig them out. But with this one? I’m licked.
While I was digging and grumbling I thought about a book I’m reading “The Bait of Satan” by John Bevere. He says that the most destructive thing Christians can do is hold on to offense. I thought about that filthy grass with its steel runners, rooting every inch, pushing itself under the ground where no one can see it and springing up in a new spot.
Unforgiveness is like that. I pray the Holy Spirit will help me recognize and eradicate that nasty root, which loves to grow in a wounded heart, before it takes over. There’s no compromise. You can’t use poison on it. You can’t dig it out. You can only be free by forgiving the offender.
Jesus said those who refuse to forgive are given over to “the tormentors”.
It must be possible or He wouldn’t ask me to do it.