Steady, heart. Be still. There’s nothing here you haven’t seen before.

Lord, it’s nearly been a year since I asked You to tear apart the spiritual skin I wore—the one that was so full of sin and weight—and put me in a new one. It’s been a tiring process, what with never ending wrestling matches with You and a lot of having to get out of boats and walking on water.

And sinking, of course.
And You picking me up without fail each and every time I tapped out or sunk.
And the joy in my heart has never been so alive and ardent than in this season of my life. And I have You to thank for it because Your mercies are new every morning.

And so is my heart.  

Note to Self (5)

Jesus be the center of my life
From beginning to the end, it will always be, it’s always been You, Jesus 

Could the Maker of the stars hear the sound of a breaking heart? 

‘Cause without You holding my heart, I’m falling apart.

And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me