Sometimes we have to let go of everything, before we will have something real to hold onto.
Pain is the fertilizer that people dump into our gardens, hoping it will make our hearts harden. If we maintain love for them and always pardon, what they leave will fertilize our seeds if we have the courage to tend to our gardens.
When our hearts tire, our Lord will save us from the adversary’s fire, and an eternity of wandering through the mire.As we turn to prayer,our adversary will burn in their fire.