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Take Back The Corners














When I first bought our house twenty plus years ago, 

we had a relatively large back yard. 

Now, however, the yard is much smaller. 

Why? 

Did I plant trees? 

No. 

Did I add a pool or pond? 

Nope. 

I didn’t even make a pretty Garden. 


So, what did happen? 

Well, about thirteen years ago, I took a job in a local store. 

I worked much of the time, 

and so mowing the lawn became everyone’s job. 

The problem is that when other’s mow, they don’t like to mow the corners. 

It was a small thing, and at the time, it wasn’t worth the fight, so I let it go.  

As I was looking at our yard, 

I realized that all those years 

of not mowing the corners had taken its toll.  

What I’m understanding is that it is incredibly easy to give up the edges, 

but it’s super hard to take back the corners. 

Brush and thickets took over. 

Now if I want the corners, I will have to work for it. 

Sometimes in life, we let the little parts of our mind go as well.  

The hurt we push away. 

We allow bitterness to take root, 

a bad or neglected relationship, 

even busyness can take over our life. 

Unlike my yard, my mind is one hundred percent my responsibility.  

It’s my job. 

However, that means that I need to be active 

in checking my thoughts to see what’s invading my life. 

I must be vigilant and be sure 

that there is nothing there that should not be there. I cannot 

and should not give control of my mind to anyone 

or anything else.  

I, with God's help, decide what and who resides there.

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  1. You are so right! And I have noticed that the "bad" things usually sneak in at the edges. We need to maintain boundaries. Good thoughts, Sharon!!

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