And I realize that I am at a juncture.......I have to choose. It can only be mine.
Our last conversation ended with a slamming of a phone in my ear......Not only did it slam in my ear but I felt the slam in my spirit and my HEART. Ouch!!!! If I had a HEART of stone that may have not hurt so bad.......but I chose JESUS.........
In Ezekiel 36:26 it says, I will give you a new HEART and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your HEART of stone and give you a HEART of flesh.
Flesh......like the flesh that hung from the back of Jesus as he was whipped over and over again.......FOR MY HEART AND FOR MY SIN..........FLESH
I want Jesus......not matter what my human flesh is screaming at me now and how it wants its way like a defiant teenager......I want Jesus.
She is in bed 12.....The very number that the Lord gave me in the beginning of the year. The number 12 that means PERFECT in the bible......
Really.......How can this be perfect when it is so MESSY........
The doctor talks about the HEART.............That at one point the condition was called BROKEN HEART SYNDROME........
Broken......Messy.......Perfect.......She is broken......I am broken
I want Jesus......
I want to be like the women who followed Jesus to His death. While the hours grew long and the crowd faded these women moved closer to the Cross....
Closer to suffering.......Closer to Broken.....Messy....Perfect......JESUS
He gave me His flesh, His Love, His Compassion, His HEART........Instead of being like stone I now have Flesh....to feel and to love and be loved..........Broken.....Messy.....PERFECT IN CHRIST JESUS.
