Everything living is a reflection of that which created it. Even that which we call weeds – the things we pick to make our gardens look more “beautiful,” more organized. But what if we begin to see the beauty in chaos? Or recognize that maybe this world is not as chaotic as we imagine it but that it is organized in the way of the Creator, in a way that may be so different, so incomprehensible to us? Could we come to admire this mystery?
And can we begin to admire the Mysterious Creator by first acknowledging and then admiring the beauty of a weed? Could it be that these wild plants growing where they are not wanted, where they compete with the cultivated plants, where they are not of any use to us, are also made in the image and likeness of the Creator and therefore good and holy?
In other words, how can studying the curves and the veins, the location and the texture of a weed teach me about my Creator? About myself? About the love of the Creator for everything She has made?