Lord, if you wish, you can make me clean. For you are within me and I in you. Tears are the blood of the soul, and the value of suffering is redemptive. For suffering opens new chasms in the heart and expands the capacity for love.
Did you not make me with the purpose to till the soil? What good are my hands and my feet if my heart is crushed? Do not the feet become like concrete boots and hands like worthless nubs?
Most Wonderful Gardner, till the soil of my heart. Remove the rocks. Remove the roots of the unwanted plants of death. Burn the chaff and store the wheat. You who know what is good and what is bad, you who made me, sort. I place all that is in my heart at the foot of the cross. Tell each item where to go. Then make my heart your home. Abide in me my God. Rest in a heart worthy of your peace. Lead me in the way that is eternal.
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