21 April 2011
Imperfect by design
There is new life hidden in ground also. And life hidden in every heart.
This is the night our Savior struggled in the garden, wanting to chart new course, choose a different road, but always coming back to "Not my will, but Yours be done."
In that surrender, that choice to die, seeds of life scattered, planted for all, planted for one.
Make me fertile ground, Lord God, unworthy of Your sacrifice, but willing...
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