|  | Journal Entry from Roma Termini
Lord, You are leading me on a path i do not understand. I think of one thing; You lead me another way. And I know it is for my goodness that you do this ... that You do all things ...
My heart is a field, ready for Your hand to tend to it. You have broken down the rocks, and now it is dust. Fertilize it with Your grace. As You plant, i know that it will move in cycles. The fruitful season will bear great fruit, but fruit needs nourishment. As plants die, they feed the soil to bear fruit.
I must work with You. You provide the tools, the fertilizer, the water, the sunlight ... I must do the work, and i most also be patient with the crops. Overwatering will kill the plants.
All things, Lord, are in Your hands. Let me toil knowing that You control the outcome, not me. |
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