“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart—these, O God, You will not despise” (Ps. 51:17, NKJV).
The morning after Tropical Storm Isaias brushed through my neighborhood, I went outside to check my garden beds. The soil along the slope of a small pine grove where the summer weeds were normally difficult to pull up was now unusually saturated, and the weeds came out easily.
I began pulling the weeds that had previously built strong roots within and around those beautiful evergreens. I thought about the “storms of life” that sometimes break us, revealing all of humanity’s weakness, and our need of a Savior whose everlasting arms are willing and able to pull us out of the gutter.