I've been feeling the effects of a life too busy. Doing life from guilt or from expectation or from the desire to please others.
I've been asking for peace and love and joy and patience and . . . . But these are the fruits. Displaying the seed. The result of a union. For the purpose of reproduction. Fruits that I can not pick from a tree. I cannot find them at a farmstand.
I am to be part of the union. The seed, Christ in me. The work of the the Spirit for the purpose of growing the Church.
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