“This is the one!…He has a heart like mine,” God said. “It is full of love.”
I want a heart like God’s, full of love.
Instead, my heart is filled with anxiety, complaints, aches, and some truly yucky gunk, like anger and fear.
My heart needs a thorough cleansing. I imagine taking it out, holding it gently like a fragile, frightened bird. I imagine immersing it in a basin of warm, not hot, soapy water. Holding it lightly in one hand, I swish the water around it, over it, in it. I ask God to remove the ashy silt of sadness, to wash it clean of all impurities.
I need my heart to pump clean, healthy blood. To pump rich, fruitful love.
I imagine God behind me, putting His arms around me and gingerly slipping His hand under mine. His free hand continues the care-full cleaning process. When we are done, God wraps my heart in the fluffiest towel to dry it off before putting it back in my chest. His hand lingers there as His eyes on mine tell me all I need to know:
I am clean. I am whole. I am loved. And so are you.
This one shows why you need to share at the grief workshop. Hugs, MK
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