One morning when I went out to water, I discovered that something had eaten the new, beautiful leaves! Who? What? The deer cannot make it into the patio. Could it be a skunk or a bunny? Whatever it was, it was a pest! Heartbroken, I actually prayed for the second resurrection of this prized rose bush.
Pests. M.m.m. We have them in our lives all the time, I thought.They are habits that we wish we didn’t have. They are cover-ups or the nervous outcroppings of hurts or wounds we’ve received, perhaps wounds that make us anxious. Some folk bite their fingernails, twirl their hair or tap their feet, smoke or drink too much liquor, all to compensate for the traffic in their minds.
If you have pests in your life, look at your anxiety level and how you developed it. Put up protective chicken wire or dig your life out of the environment that is perpetuating these destructive habits, and keep watering with kindness until the resurrection of the new you takes place and the pests are controlled or destroyed.