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Tuesday 26 September 2023

Little foxes

 Last time I was here, I was awoken by a skulk of foxes. 

Sitting here now as the rain drums a cadence on the window, I am thinking of a verse from Song of Solomon, 2:15. Catch us the foxes. The little foxes that spoil the vines.

As I tend the garden in which God has put me, I am often distracted by thoughts and actions which disturb and threaten to deface the beauty, uproot trust and undermine faith. May I keep my eyes trained on Jesus

 today and always, and allow my Father the gardener a free hand in keeping the garden of my thoughts, emotions and spiritual landscape flowering, fruiting and flourishing.

Catch the little foxes, Lord.  The little foxes that spoil the vines.

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