and gentle wind invites me to come
It is time.
Time to join in the breaking.
And hardened dirt feels the turning of disks,
the upset of settled ground,
and all the earth heaves and brings to Light
that which was hidden in darkness.
And my heart, made of dirt, full of dirt,
and it is a vulnerable place to be,
but I know:
This is where the cultivating of a life God desires begins.
"The sacrifice You desire is a broken spirit.
You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God."
Psalm 51:17 (New Living Translation)
New work in our garden continues ...
and I silently pray
that His Word may find good soil in which to grow.
Grace to you,