Weeds and stuff

I just finished mowing weeds. Tall, rank, blooming weeds. Whenever I do this my G-baby complains loudly. "Na Na you cut my flowers!" She and I are at an impass. Perspective. She sees flowers. I see life choking weeds. So I tell her, "No Baby, these are weeds. What I have planned for and planted here is 1000 times more lovely than these small weed flowers. Just wait. You will love it when they are in full bloom." She doesn't understand. She just wants to hang on to the less because it is what she can see.  So she cries as I cut them.
Well, it didn't take long for God to nudge my spirit. "What I have planned for and planted here is 1000 times more beautiful than these weeds you are hanging on to." Trust me. It's gonna be fantastic when everything begins to bloom and bear fruit." But first we gotta cut down these weeds.