I am dreaming of daffodils and sunshine.
The magic of the seasons never gets old.
For me, anyway...
God is so creative and thoughtful.
Do we not realize how much He cares for us?
He does disguise His love for us sometimes, though.
Why, I wonder?
I was reading through the red parts of Mark this morning. I noticed twice Jesus told the disciples that they didn't understand something because of their "hard hearts". I thought that was kinda strange, that faith had to do with the hardness or softness of our hearts.
I prayed that He would give me a softer heart, so I could have more faith in Him. A soft heart sounds a little scary though. Kinda like asking for a weak heart. It feels like I am asking to suffer. A hard heart feels stronger, but I wonder, is a heart that is strong enough to be soft, actually the strongest kind?