Till the Ground of My Heart
Father my gardener… the owner of the property of my heart. The land that it is. Once dry and desolate with thorns and weeds. Now becoming a beautiful garden. Lord till the soil of my heart. Work the land and plant what You will. It is Yours to do what You’d like. The soil is moist because of You. When You rain down on my heart is softens the soil. Your Word and Your children plant seeds. Seeds that grow and bear good fruit. Seeds that take root in my heart. Strong and sturdy like You. This garden grows because of the Living Water that You are and the light of Your Son Jesus. Holy Spirit You are everywhere. You are the vibrant colors of the plants. Your are the sweet smell they carry in the wind of You that makes them dance and rejoice their Maker. Their Caretaker, Father God. You are so good. Lord, You tend to the garden of my heart with such diligence and love. You take out my weeds of sin that choke the life of Your creation. My heart. It’s Yours. I am not suitable to tend to it the way You do. I have tried and I can’t keep up. I am tired. The weeds creep in. Some slowly and without notice and others are evident and go left unattended. Forgive me for thinking I could do it better than You.
It is for the betterment of the land.
The beauty of my heart.
For Your Glory.
Thank You Father.
