flake

I'm reminded of how much I hate to be embroiled in conflict; but I'm also reminded that I'm called to be a peacemaker. Like weeds among grass, all conflicts look simple at first but are connected with one another at different points; when you try to weed one, it uproots the others at the same time. It's just not so clean. It's tedious, having to find each of these connecting roots and hacking them off without hurting the grass around it. It's tedious, and it really is the Lord's mercy that guides the cutting hand.