She was a woman who loved her hen flock and her garden and her flowers. Every day, from early spring to late fall, she made a little wander around her house and yard to see what was coming up or getting ready to bloom or blooming. She was always bringing home some plant or seed or root and "sticking it in the ground" to see if it would grow.
-Wendell Berry
Lord, make me a woman whose words and actions stick people in the dirt of the gospel, watching You make them grow.
Let my life beget life.
Make me into a woman who builds up with her hands and tongue rather than one who tears everything down.
Make me into a cultivator, one who flours her hands for the work of kneading and watches life rise.
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