I have to tend the beds of my heart, and weed out the garbage that threatens the tender vines and leaves of my life that God has called to be fruitful.
How I feel about these plants in my garden is merely a fraction of the way Jesus feels about me and how I am growing.
Digging in the dirt and encouraging something to grow changes how we think about God, time, and our lives.
It didn’t exist a year ago. But today, it is a real ministry just beginning to bear fruit.
It is by God’s hand, not our own doing, that we are all continually fed.