Wildflowers and weeds

What I'm finding interesting is that there are some truths that I could not have heard when I was still locked up in industrial church.  Not even when I left the urban ghetto of denominationalism (or demonic nationalism, if you prefer).  And not even when I exited the suburbs and took up residence in the County.  I had to leave it all and hike into the wild.

It was there that I learned a great truth - sometimes the only difference between a weed and a wildflower is where you find it growing.  In an urban vacant lot, or a suburban yard, or the field of an outskirts-of-town hobby farm, that plant with the orange flowers is a "damned weed."  In the wild, it's a desert globe mallow.

So, I am discovering that teachings that could not possibly be true a few years ago are now making sense to me.  And teachings I used to cling to will not take root out here where Wild God prowls.  No doubt the soil of my heart will sprout a few weeds that are noxious wherever they may grow, and I will probably uproot a few flowers that I should have left alone.

But I trust that Wild Father will enlighten me in my gardening errors.  And right now it seems good to me to make these new errors while pursuing him, rather than repeating old errors from a safe hidey-hole.