In this life my heart performs somersaults with it’s emotions and needs. Then it needs rescuing. I have choices. I could run to friends or family. I could even go to the internet with masterful Google or strangers with their options and opinions galore.
But I run to my faithful God.
Where else can I find love with unfathomable depths, incredulous from every angle? A love in which the sum of His thoughts for me are greater than the sum of my breaths.
Where else can I find a pure heart, untainted by opinion? A heart not marred by evil. He is not swayed by prejudges of men nor social status.
There is no safer place of refuge that I can run to find relief. He spilled His blood, and I spill my guts.
When I come to Him, I experience a washing from my evil thoughts and deeds. I find healing when my heart has been tattered and torn. And He moves me to an even greater rejoicing when my soul is happy.
When I continually come, my heart moves from fickle to fixed.
His heart is my haven. May it be yours, too.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah Psalm 62:8 ESV
*This post has been linked up with Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday
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