How can it come? A single brief insightful moment, a reminder, a wreath of thorns, gripping, tearing the skin of the heart, yet it endures. I heard the call but in my guts stirred the taste of peace, of truth, and I was faced with a choice: answer and die again, for no good reason-- another chance to practice failing, to practice dying-- and feel the anguish of failure, or wait. The heart endures by God's Will.
What means more than God's greatest gift? The heart is a filter for words made awkward by the heart, words I've prayed to come from God because mine are empty; because my soul is His, my soul is convicted by His Word, the Truth. By Grace my heart has been filled with Love and my soul is ever in His hands to mold, to keep flexible, to ever steer my heart to not fear love however painful, because it is the road of Truth; and, the Truth, the Word is One with God. With whom else to become One?
I need to be needed, I don't need to be wanted. Being wanted is a luxury, a bonus which gives relief to doubt, quells fear, and dissolves anxiety. Being wanted builds the ego, beimg needed builds life. If I am only wanted, then I shall likely...wonder; if I am needed, then my heart is on the road of Truth, the road to Love.
No comments:
Post a Comment