As I was reading this morning, I came across this sweet poem and i had to share.
I ponder so often lately, what it really means: to be righteous, to be meek, long-suffering….
These are things He tells, not that we should be, but that we ARE to be.
We are a garden; things are planted within us every day. What we hear, what we see, where we go – every thing plants a seed. What is growing in my garden? Am I tending it properly? Wisely and quickly weeding out those things that will cause bitterness, anger, pride, deceit, selfishness…. Can we seek to be good gardeners? 🙂