I think if I could describe my heart I would relate it to a hungry animal running around for food.... It's panting; in need to survive. It's always been this way,, and I'm just now realizing it.
I think all of our hearts are this way in some form or fashion before we give it to God. What's scary is this whole time I thought it was in God's hands, but it hasn't been... The realization has made me stop and stand, still panting of course. Except this time I'm not wanting to run, because most days, like today, I just want to give up and kill my heart altogether. But that would lead to a miserable life. I don't want to do that.
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