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Your Heart

"Why are you messing around with that ol' weed?" my husband yelled out from the backyard patio door.  "It's not a weed," I muttered softly under my breath.  It's the unexpected Saliva that arrived smack dab in the middle of my herbal garden.  It has continued to grow and thrive, bringing a few more smaller stalks with it.  I am discovering that the unexpected and uninvited brings to me much joy.  Not unlike the surprise that greeted me in my vegetable garden.  Just when I was ready to dig up all the summer fare that had such dismal produce, right before me was my pepper plant now bursting forth with fruit.  Just when I'm ready to give up, the plant decides to thrive!

Yesterday, while pedaling up the hill, I found myself singing "Open my eyes to Your heart, Lord."  The real song is titled "Open the Eyes of My Heart."  As I kept riding, I realized that my eyes have been seeing life in a new way.  Yes, we have to have an open heart to life, but an open heart is not about us, our gains or plans.  An open heart only positions us where we can view the heart of God.  God's heart is not the well worn path; rather, it's the way less taken, it's the way through the dark, in the storm, and in the shadow of a cross. . .

"Open the eyes of your heart, Mary, look around and see the new thing I am doing in your day!  Enjoy the blessing of fruit you never thought possible! Relish the grace that comes as hidden seedlings, but then bursts  forth in radiant bloom . . . open your eyes to My heart!"

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