The Mustard Seed
Their is a tiny seed in your heart. You look down at your garden but the mustard seed that you planted is not there. Your faith is falling a part with a devastating change. Your heart needs spiritual water for it to grow. You look out your window and realize that time is running away towards that finish line. You don’t want to give up on God and you definitely want to keep fighting these annoying temptations. Your 60 years old and your life is not over yet. You been struggling to fight these temptations all your life and your time on earth is still alive. How much more can you take as you say to yourself. You feel like your trap inside from doing what ever your desire wants you to do. You hear a soft voice that says, keep on fighting, keep on fighting, you still have little faith. Jesus Christ will help your seed to grow and he was tempted by the devil and endured it and so should we. Aim for your salvation and be free with Christ because he set you free! God bless!
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