growth. sometimes to grow you must cut off parts of the past. parts that haven't blossomed and fluorished. parts that have died and turned brown. weeds that have grown up around the fruitful parts of your life and are choking the good parts of your life from nutrients. funny how nature abstractly mirrors our lives. funny how i weed outside in our bushbed and somehow get deep and philosophical about everything. or maybe it's not so funny. maybe it's a blessing to see how life works and how faith changes the way i see everything. thankful for growth, even when weeding hurts a bit. abstract as it may be.