Thursday, May 13, 2010

a heart of flesh

Even pleasant words are empty if my heart dwells not in the land of His love. A personal conviction as of late.

This morning I sat with my pen, feverishly filling journal pages. I needed Him to wash over a specific place in my own heart in which hardness was creeping. I needed a Word from my Father to cleanse a wayward pattern. And He met me in that leather chair with a delicacy of Truth to feast upon.

He is so faithful to convict--for our good and His glory.

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