Although the life of a person is in a land full of thorns and weeds, there is always a space in which the good seed can grow. You have to trust God. – Pope Francis
Did you ever play a game, probably more likely boys than girls, where a patch of ground was a “minefield”? I don’t want to get into the politics, but rather to make an observation. Weeds, especially the thorny weeds such as hedgeparsley, my canine friends step over, around or through on our walk, often give them a burr in their paws.
A good dog-man, I notice a little limp, or a favored paw almost immediately. The Pricker-Remover! And we then continue our walk. Soon, I realize, but more importantly, Comet, first and then Dexter, realize a certain fifty-foot path on our routine walk is the “minefield”. Only if coaxed by me, will they, gingerly, step through the dirt path. Ouch!!! a burr in the soft pads of a hind foot.
Now when we do our neighborhood circuit, we all stop at that same stretch of ground. We look for oncoming traffic, and then step out into the street and around to avoid these noxious weeds. If the street is busy, we either find another way or courageously stride through them.
When you think about it, dogs are sensible. And people? We know that life has pricker bushes and weed, hidden and in plain sight. We can step around or through. And should a thorn strike our paw, may there be someone to help pluck it out.