determination

I was running my 3 mile square a couple weeks back, and I noticed these little bumps on the black top.  They weren't in any sort of pattern, just random little bulges on the path.  Then a couple days ago, Faith and I were riding our bikes on the same square, and I saw what they were.  They were weeds.  These little tiny, fragile looking weeds that had poked through the tarred black top.  They didn't grow AROUND the black top, no, they poked right through it!  And they were all over, too!  It was amazing to me for a couple reasons.  First, I have planted many things in what I thought was optimal conditions, and they just don't make it.  And by optimal, I guess I mean not underneath blacktop.  And yet here are these tiny little weeds poking through the blacktop.  wow. 

But more philosophically, ahem, it's interesting to me how these lil things get what they need.  They need, sun, water, air - none of which are plentiful under that thick slab of tar.  So they start their journey, slowly, poking their leaves and stems upward, because they know that's the direction they need to go.  Obviously, there's no thought pattern or decision, etc, but still, they do what they need to do to survive. They grow, despite the obstacle in their way.  And if these little green weeds can do that, then I should be able to attack my obstacles, eh?