I’m not sure why (I really wish I knew) but after a deep healing retreat, after I feel totally poured out, after walking with people through the deep valleys of their pains and sorrows, I find I have to come here and water the grass a bit with my eye’s waters. It is a strange joy. Empty and full and the same time. Like I’m dying and being born at the same time. May God be glorified in all of it.
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