These last few months I have been culling. Attempting to simplify and organize. Culling my garage (although it just seems to fill back up like magic LOL) , my Christmas decorations, my yard, my kitchen pantry, and my closet. The other day my daughter asked me what I was doing and I told her I was culling my closet. Culling? She wanted to know what that meant. Huh? I thought culling was a fairly common word that everyone used it. I explained that I was reducing the clothes in my closet and filling a container for donations.
The dictionary describes culling as reducing the population of something; as in the population of a group of animals. I guess my country farmer's granddaughter roots are showing again. This time I was reducing the number of items in a closet instead of the number of cattle in a field.
I was recently culling again. Removing some deadwood from my yard. Some small trees that never got a good foothold in our Florida sugar sand. It got me to thinking about things in our lives that need to be culled. Not because they are good or bad but because we need to take the time to cull our deadwood. Things that have been planted that are not growing in good rich soil. Words or labels that we believe but are not who we really are. Deadwood.
The other day my friend was having a moment. A bad moment where she was really laying into herself. Using all these labels. Labels that were true, but not the way she was using them. They sounded harsh and defeated to my ears. Those labels, in the way she was using them, were like the deadwood that I'm culling. I suggested some new labels to use to off set that negativity that she was holding on to. Labels that truly represented who she was. Positive labels. It was time to get rid of the deadwood.
Don't let negative words take root in your life. Cull the deadwood. It might be a farmer's word, but we all need to work on culling out the deadwood on occasion.
John 15:5 MSG
“I am the Vine, you are the branches. When you’re joined with me and I with you, the relation intimate and organic, the harvest is sure to be abundant. Separated, you can’t produce a thing. Anyone who separates from me is deadwood, gathered up and thrown on the bonfire. But if you make yourselves at home with me and my words are at home in you, you can be sure that whatever you ask will be listened to and acted upon. This is how my Father shows who he is—when you produce grapes, when you mature as my disciples.