$250 of weed fertilizer later and some fading hope, I pleaded my case. You know..., the "Babe, just trust me" case. A week later, all I still had to show for it was the most hideous yard... ever. I would drive by pastures in the middle of no where with lushy green grass and curse Mother Earth. I couldn't figure it out, all I wanted was a little bit of grass, so my kids wouldn't have to where their army boots in the summer to play in the yard. I said screw it, and finally put my lawn mower the lowest it would go and scalped my yard in disgust. I rationalized dirt over weeds.
No kidding, two days later I had an emaculate yard. Not a single weed popped up. My neighbor asked me what I did and I said, "I dont know, i just gave up". They don't teach this in Sunday School or Geometry or Athletics. Sometimes you have to give up. It had nothing to do with God granting me the strength or me praying every night over my yard. I can't deny this life lesson and neither should you. Not that I am putting giving up above trying hard, i just think sometimes it works out better if you quit... Just trust me.