I’ll confess; I tend to let a lot of my weeds grow. I mean, you come over to my house and it’s not like it’s swarming with jungle vines and weird grasses, but if I see something growing where I know I didn’t plant anything, and it has a nice leaf pattern, or a potential, uniform, bush-like shape, I’ll leave it alone for a while and see what develops.
It could be a weed.
It could be a rose.
It could be a radish.
I’m not really sure.
That’s part of the fun.
You see, you uproot something to soon and you could kill off what could likely grow into a beautiful swath of cosmos flowers or a nice, new hibiscus bush. Even transplanting or too much early trimming could have a devastating effect on future growth, which could one day turn into some useful fruit or beautiful buds.
Sometimes it’s best to leave things be and see what might develop. With a little maturity, a plant’s true form will eventually take shape. It could take days, it could take weeks. The key is not to step in too soon and try to manipulate the natural shape that God has designed this plant to be.
If it becomes invasive, or thorny, or ugly, or noxious, then it can be dealt with. If it becomes beautiful, or useful, or advantageous to the other plants surrounding it, then it can be trimmed, cultivated and harvested to its full potential.
Timing and patience are often the only necessary ingredients on your part. Maybe the occasional watering and fertilizing which may, at the outset, seem like the most silly, counterproductive thing you could do. You don’t want to take the time, or put in that much effort. You don’t want to waste the resources. After all, for all the experience you’ve had in the past, it’s most likely just a weed.
But you don’t know. Do you?
You may never know for an entire season or more. Right now it’s no more than a small bud of what it may one day become.
It wants to live.
It wants to grow.
It wants to point to the sun.
Too much attention, too much early pruning and you could cause permanent damage. If you get angry with it—that it’s not taking the shape you wish it would have, or growing into the form you wish it to take—you could uproot it all together, killing its full potential outright. Then again, you may not even care when it comes right down to it, and you could simply churn it up with a rototiller, bulldozing over the entire area, treating everything in close proximity exactly the same: weeds, plants, fertile soil, rocky sand.
Timing and patience. A little nurturing and fertilizer, too.
What you first thought was nothing more than an annoying, useless weed may become the most beautiful flower in God’s garden.