A field once teeming with life is dry and dead. A garden once green and lush is void of its color. A people once dripping with God's presence is isolated and alone. Isolation, death and devastation appear to be the foregone conclusion. Dust we are...and to dust we will return. BUT, so will life, color and God's Spirit. Oh yes, they will return. But not without the compost of repentance. Tonight we allow God to bring our hearts to repentance, that the hope and glory of life may be planted in it.
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