My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain. ————Sara Teasdale
This may sound depressing. The thought that my soul is in this state. But think about that field. It is plowed by God and ready for planting. It is rich soil and can produce food to eat or flowers for beauty. It is ready to receive the seed that God will plant.
Creative God, we wait for the seed… your gift to bring our soul, not only to fruition but also, to joy. AMEN