For years I had a garden. Every year was a process of pulling up all the old plants, taking out the weeds, tearing up the soil, and row up to plant new seeds for the new crop. I have found that life is a lot like that. Sometimes the old and bug-eaten variety of ourselves is not bearing fruit and the only rescue is to pull up the old and plow for change in the new.
I tested positive for COVID-19 again today. This is 10 days, now. I feel good but it's not enough.
What about my quest? What about the half-ironman? What about serious training? I don't like going through this, can you tell? I haven't had a cold in 25 years and this hasn't even had the symptoms of a mediocre cold. I am so blessed to have it this easy but I can still search diligently and find a reason to complain, I guess. Yeah, I am so human.
My self wants to complain. My faith says "All things work together for those that love the Lord and are called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28. God seems to intimate to me that like the torn-up old garden being replanted for spring, something will grow from what you are going through, and it will be you.
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