Heart Like Mine
Then I write.
On a buzzing holiday for many, this could go as a love/hate season. We get to thinking, planning and more loving right? There’s a heart like mine, that wants to spend more time with God.
In our self-evaluation, we discover more of who we are. I even got a new bible close to me now. I carry it every day no matter how bulky it is in my bag.
I had to pull the older bible of the 2012/13/14 days of my life. Notes that have not escaped. I challenged myself in every way. I thought so much, that my heart was warped, crooked and producing only evil. I thought it was so deceitful, vulnerable and susceptible to continuous fail.
This heart of mine, who could know it but an all-powerful God?
That was me then and this is me now.
Brought me to a sweet escape where I pray, read and write. Most importantly for me, writing is a heavy part of my devotional time. I try to write daily. When I don’t…I am missing something. I think I am created for this.
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
“When I write, I feel that feeling of a thousand threads coming together, strands of who I’ve been and who I’m becoming, the long moments at the computer and the tiny bits courage, the middle of the night prayers and the exact way God made me, not wrong or right, just me. I feel like I’m doing what I came to do, in the biggest sense. That’s why I write…. Writing wakes me, lights me on fire….”
February 13th Devotional from “Savor” by Shauna Niequist
I found a word so close to how I would express this. Those are the words that resonate most with my soul.
Oh, cause I am not a morning person.
Cause I am not so expressive.
Writing is my therapy. It is my outlet. It is a huge part of my journey.
It’s just me.
Since the beginning of time, He already had this detail laid out rather well. This is what would define me the most. What I write, what I say, what I do, where I go and how I live. But for me–writing is the predominant thing.
Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I’m immersed in the light!”
It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.
Psalm 139:12-16 The Message
This heart of mine has to become a heart like Yours. David attained it. Jesus attained it. The apostles attained it. They got the closest to what a yielded vessel does. They keep giving it back to You. That’s love.
What do you have to give back to Him that’s best? There is a predominant thing in you too, in a heart like yours.