This blog post, by my neighbor, spoke to me. Last week, I wrote this short prayer about a situation – “…the blanket prayer that pretty much everyone needs… Continually pray for God’s love to find us where we are broken, and for his light to shine into the darkness that we fear.” My neighbor’s blog post is similar in theme, but goes deeper. Let God cultivate our hearts.
I was digging in the West Texas red clay searching for the perfect ingredient for my mud pie. All of a sudden the dirt was black. Billy, as you know is my older brother, screamed in my ear, “It’s the devil!” He took off running, me following his trail of dust. “What’s the matter?” Mom said. Tripping over my words I managed to say, “The devil, the devil is coming!” Billy’s belly laugh filled the room. “Billy Fred what have you done to your sister this time?” “Oh mom, it was a clump of black dirt, she is such a baby.
As I cried into her waist, Mom reassured me it wasn’t the devil.
Post mud pie days I realized the devil does hide and sometimes stays hidden in the chambers of our heart. One must burrow to eradicate this clump of blackness and immediately cultivate the void with Gods’…
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