Talk to me, Abba.

I hear you, sweet child. I am here listening. You are not alone in your struggles. I do have a perfect remedy. Part of that is getting your heart prepared for healing. We must remove the debris of death so that we can bring the healing that calls forth life. Otherwise we will have set a beautiful plant in a place of weeds where it unable to thrive. My heart is in the harvest of a plant that is lush and abundantly verdant. Accept the fruit of patience during the pruning. There is a harvest.

"...I am willing, be cleansed..." -Matthew 8:3

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