Delightful Pain.


Human heart. Picture taken during autopsy.

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The Lord’s hand is upon me.  I am dressed by His Grace.  All day long His Word is on my mind.  And how my heart aches to hear His voice.  But His Powerfully Gentle hand rests on my shoulder.  And we both gaze at what is good. 

“Ache then heart!”  Ache to love your God!  He made you beat.  He gave you blood to churn.  And by this gift you support this ache.  Yet He is ever so much more.

Strain to listen.  Strain to see.  Lend every nerve ending toward all that is good.  Seek Him till you find the limit He has imposed upon you. That place where He has declared, “Thus far you shall come, and no farther.”   Ache, my heart!

By His Grace.

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