Steady Heart
Well, snap, crackle, pop. Now is probably not the time to be starting a post, but I felt compelled.
Truly, I shall not say anything extraordinary. Still, the world can sometimes seem so cruel and dark, but, sometimes, it can seem so full of potential, so full of healing.
Have you ever been trapped? I have. On this side of heaven, I will never escape it completely, but there are glimpses, tastes, moments of heaven where God's mercy shines through the clouds and storms of my heart. What do I do with it? I don't know. I savor it sometimes. Sometimes, I glaze over it.
The same solutions are always waiting for me. The same Healer is always waiting for me. Slowly, I'm realizing He delights in me. It's still a weird notion, an elusive reality, but the sense of it draws closer as I draw closer to Him. Weird stuff.
That's really all I have to say today: there is this sad planet and my roiling emotions, but the steady heart of the Lord beats invitingly at me all day every day.
Truly, I shall not say anything extraordinary. Still, the world can sometimes seem so cruel and dark, but, sometimes, it can seem so full of potential, so full of healing.
Have you ever been trapped? I have. On this side of heaven, I will never escape it completely, but there are glimpses, tastes, moments of heaven where God's mercy shines through the clouds and storms of my heart. What do I do with it? I don't know. I savor it sometimes. Sometimes, I glaze over it.
The same solutions are always waiting for me. The same Healer is always waiting for me. Slowly, I'm realizing He delights in me. It's still a weird notion, an elusive reality, but the sense of it draws closer as I draw closer to Him. Weird stuff.
That's really all I have to say today: there is this sad planet and my roiling emotions, but the steady heart of the Lord beats invitingly at me all day every day.
Every word of this post resonates with me. I have heard it said that the goal of classical education is to learn to love what is lovely. If that is true, what is the goal of life? What is the most lovely of all? Jesus. And yet our natural hearts turn to so many lesser loves, because we don't yet know better. I think this world is a training ground, where God uses the pain to forge us into jewels for Him, teaching us that this world is not our home, purging us of lesser loves until we do truly love what is altogether lovely: Him.
ReplyDelete"I think this world is a training ground, where God uses the pain to forge us into jewels for Him, teaching us that this world is not our home, purging us of lesser loves until we do truly love what is altogether lovely: Him."
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully expressed! Do you have a blog? Cause I want to read it!
Aww, you are too kind, Alison! No, not me. I'm just a "math person." I am quite content to leave the writing to the experts and amateurs in the true sense of the word (like you, perhaps--someone who loves to write?) and only occasionally leave a comment of my own. :-)
DeleteWell, I'm gonna have to go ahead and agree with Alison. It was beautifully expressed, and I support you creating a blog as well!
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