Updated: Feb 19
February 18, 2023
I’ve sat here so many mornings before the dawn, waiting for You to come. But this morning as I return to the things I did at first and pour out my heart to You in adoration, I'm reminded that You're always here, and all I ever have to wait for is my heart to open and let You in. Oh, Lord. That it would never close up again.
To me, to guard my heart is not to protect it from being broken. It is to keep it tender. Lord, soften my heart and help me keep it soft. The springs of life can't flow from it if it's encased in a protective shell.
The Lord asked me after my mom died, "What if you just loved without any fear of getting hurt?" After all, there is no fear in love. Perfect love casts out fear. I ask myself this question from time to time as I walk the road of maturing love.
Someone once shared her testimony with me and said, "To have gone through all that and not be hard and bitter is the real miracle." I believe that's what it really means to walk in the freedom Jesus died to give us.