Friday, February 14, 2020

My heart is a small garden. It provides nourishment if I tend it. Each day, the tasks are the same, yet the results change. Some days there are new weeds. Others, a great harvest for my meal.

I will kneel, and set about removing weeds. Thank you, Lord, for the simplicity of this task.

My heart, a small garden.

(Letter #1,861)