A large patch of dead grass in our yard had become rock hard on the surface; the destructive work of moles. No new grass would grow until I broke up the crusty remains of past greenery gone bad. A little penetrating digging along with sunshine and water has the patch almost fully green again. My soul is no different. Father, tear away every crusty surface of my heart. Pour light and living water over me.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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