Everywhere; of God, Garden, and Women

I think I have come to the conclusion that God is there when we least expect it. It seems that God is everywhere, potentially acting through any, and all, things.

Of late, I have come to find God in my vegetable garden, and have even sensed the divine patternings in the weeds—as I mowed them down—in the back yard. Yet, God is the Creator of even those pesky life forms that make us sneeze, those that compete with us for nourishment in the garden. What I cannot figure out is if the Creator loves all living things, then have I offended the Divine by mowing down the created weeds that pass for our lawn? Seriously, it is a dilemma I have pondered as I seek not only to integrate knowledge about, but also to better understand and love God, our creative Deity who is both transcendent and immanent, Creator and yet known through human interpretations of a Divinity we cannot grasp yet we seek to experience. How can I hold such a belief and not be a panentheist, why do I resist the notion of labeling myself so? (The Eastern Orthodox pan-enthism expressing the notion that God indwells all things—according to Wikipedia—is closer to my own thought) How can I explain a God so meet in the garden? Perhaps like Mary I cannot, or least cannot without out others thinking me crazy; perhaps like her I have been tarrying in the garden searching for God because I too feel lost and bit bereft. Or does this send me all the way back to Eve who walked with God in the garden, who upon hearing God proclaim all things good set about to experience all the fruit of the garden for herself and share them with those she loved. Eve though did not get to stay in the garden, neither did Mary. It seems that although they left the garden, when they seemed most alone, God was with them even working through them having giving them specific tasks to do upon leaving the garden. Perhaps there is something here for more reflection. Perhaps I am just waiting for clarification. In the meantime, although they maybe part of the beloved creation, perhaps even with some role to play beyond my knowledge, I cannot think of the weeds as good. I’ll continue to remove them from the veggie patch, but perhaps I’ll just keep an eye on them and watch them grow in lawn, and wait in case they have something to reveal. And I’ll keep alternating thoughts between Mary and Eve wondering and wandering through the garden, both of them thinking they are alone and both of them walking with God when they least expect it.