The hardest ground to plow
The hardest ground to plow was living fully without worry, not in the past gone on or future yet to come—but in the present hardpan now.
In the silence of our prayerful hearts, we stand empty and are so able to hear God knocking at the door and longing to come inside. Too many words insulate us from our inner poverty. Too many words drown out the sound of God's voice at the door.