Here’s the beautiful thing, though. I am not beyond repair. I am not. And though I continue to fall, I will not allow my heart to be taken from me. Because there is a Love more powerful than all things within me and no weapon forged against me will remain.
I know there are some sins I may fight my whole life. But as long as my soul continues fighting, I am living in Christ.
and if you listen you can hear the whole earth whispering that it longs to be made new. and my heart, my own heart cannot wait for liberation.
my heart’s eye has caught fleeting glimpses of Hope and i cannot wait for the day when the glimpse will swell and harmonize into eternity.
i am so thankful that i have people in my life to tell me when i could be making better decisions, who speak the truth in overwhelming love and encouragement. who remind me that i am not my own, but that i was bought with a price.
ultimately it is not this choice nor that choice that makes the difference, but rather it is that i am glorifying the heart of God with whatever decisions i make.
if i share my heart with another it must only be for His glory.
and now comes the hard part: is it?
I have a new heart, and it only hurts because I can’t turn it back into stone. I cannot reverse what He has done. Because He is faithful, even when I am not. I know where I belong, and who I belong to. And I cannot, with no pleas or tries or steps backwards reverse that truth. I’ve fought the fight already. I’m already free. And I have the scars to prove it.