Fruitless soil cannot save us. Time is mist. The Gardener kneels in mercy, digging deep, calling us to repent, to abide, to bear fruit. The cross has broken the ground—life is planted. The question is not if Christ is working, but if you will yield before the ax is laid to the root.

God is not far—He’s simply unacknowledged. Every moment offers a chance to pause, thank Him, and walk in holiness. Jesus is the Door; don’t leave it shut.

Hezekiah didn’t get a vague sense of dread—he got a clear word of impending death. “Thus says the Lord: Set your house in order, for you shall die.” But in that moment, he didn’t argue. He didn’t delay. He turned his face to the wall—not to the court, not to his advisors—and he wept before God.