The smell of freshly cut grass is so comforting to me. It might be because it reminds of when my dad would cut the lawn at the house I was born in. Or because its a really good smell. Or it could be because it symbolizes the shedding of something old so that something new can come, so that things will look better, clean, and fresh. But something else comes with the freshly cut grass- the mess. The old pieces are strewn about the sidewalk and it makes everything look messy and unorganized. But then someone comes along to blow it all away. That makes everything look better, but I kind of feel bad for the old grass. All it did was get too long. Too scraggly. Maybe it even let a little weeds gather around it. So in order for it to grow properly, it had to be cut in half. I'm not a piece of grass, but I feel like this is very applicable to what God is trying to teach me about myself.
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