I was pulling weeds the other day. I noticed that with each weed, I dug deeper. I moved rocks, sometimes had to use both hands and pull with all my might but with each tug and shift, it lifted. After a few days, my hands were tired and dirt lie beneath my nail beds and I took notice of the aftermath of the work. There were no more weeds, just the root of what had been removed. While the process was taxing, I did it again and again each day until the space was not overtaken by weeds. I believe in this same process with our Savior, though wearing and joyous, our master comes to know us again and again and again. Taking notice of our failures, and rejoicing in our triumph. May we never cease to take notice of the One who seeks to know our roots and to dig into the very depths of them.