Repent! Return! All really good stuff here in Jeremiah, but this was set ablaze in my eyes today:
Plow your unplowed fields,
I think I excavate my heart, I spend time giving things over to the Lord, only to find that in a day or so, I let offense back in there, or comparison, or bitterness. Those things grow quickly: like weeds and my heart is not the place for them to be.
I’m battling offense right now. It’s stupid, of course, so stupid that I haven’t told anyone because if I had to explain it, it would sound ridiculous. But, to me, it’s real. It’s there and I feed it the miracle grow of vain imaginations.
But letting things go is hard. Pulling up the root of a big weed required gloves and a trowel.
But it’s worth it.
I have some weeding to do…