There are days when I feel like what’s going on in my heart is hidden, even from me. On those days my heart tugs like a toddler on a skirt until I surrender – usually after I’ve tried everything else. Fitful and flabbergasted, I cry out to the Maker of my heart. Everything I don’t understand about her, God is privy to.
This month full of questions should have come with a warning label, don’t you think? ⚠️ Working with all of these catalytic friendship prompts is a lot like being handed a can of Coke and not knowing whether or not it’s been shaken. It’s a bit of a risk. But you were undaunted. You made it… Continue reading Final thoughts and one more question
HONEST has been an important word for me this year. Do you have words like that? Words that pop up inside you and echo outside you until you feel like God has tipped up your chin and told you to listen?
When this happens to me, I notice that I’m onto something. I may need to walk around in honest for a while until I understand why, but here’s what I’ve got so far. The person I am most likely to be dishonest with is me.
Honestly, in the moment when my heart had to decide, will I answer the question posed with truthfulness, or will I hide and pretend about who I am, I’ve learned that I can also be praying. I tried that today, and was infused with strength.