Picture for a moment a beautiful beating heart.
A heart that has been created for a purpose, that has been given gifts and talents, and that is deeply loved and cared for.
Now imagine the very hand that the heart is pumping life-giving blood to covering the heart completely with an iron tight fist.
For so long the heart has been hidden, kept from other hearts and not seeing its own beauty and identity.
This is how I came into training camp. My faith was growing, but I had no idea I was trying to protect my heart from pain. I was keeping people at a distance, and it only took a couple of days to realize that it wasn’t just other people I was hiding my heart from. I wasn’t fully allowing God to affect my heart. I wasn’t letting the knowledge of who God is and who I am as his daughter affect my heart.
Now envision another hand; a strong, carpenters hand.
With love and complete gentleness it begins to peel back the clenched fingers from around the heart.
The heart begins to see its beauty again, and with every beat it takes in its surroundings through the eyes of its Creator.
God did a work on my heart these past ten days. “From the head to the heart, you take me on a journey, of letting go and getting lost in you” – United Pursuit.
