A few days ago, we became people who do their yard.
I watched as Bry violently hit the stunted roots with the pickax and I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, "This was your heart. It was hard, calloused, dry."
Then I watched as he effortlessly made his way through the parts of the yard with fresh, healthy soil. Again, Holy Spirit whispered above the noise, "Do you see now? When your heart is soft and humble, I have something to work with. Something can grow here."
No matter what type of soil is currently covering your heart, will you take a few minutes to read this post, friends? He has something for you.
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