Oh, to have one’s soul as a field under heavenly cultivation: no wilderness, but a garden of the Lord. Walled around by grace, planted by instruction, visited by love, weeded by heavenly discipline, guarded by divine power. One's soul thus favored is prepared to yield fruit unto the Glory of God.
C. H. Spurgeon
Until the Spirit is poured upon us from on high, and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is deemed a forest.
Isaiah 32:15
Father, make me Your garden. Prepare me to bring forth fruit to Your Glory.
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