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Seeds planted in hearts where peace is promised. Seeds planted in fields where weeds grow.

Gardener is careful not to pull them up too quickly—tender, unrooted seedlings shrivel and die.

Garden takes time, still I become impatient, atuned to what I have not.

Unbelief grows, and fear, and pride.

Your Light shining on beauty all around me, in others, is missed.

You alone satisfy.

Refocus.

Apart from You, I can not love those who hurt me. But You say,

“Love them as I Love you. New Life is My Gift to you.”

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