I can’t untangle
self from my desires and all the sin that threatens to squish me against the wall of expectations…
And I pray dearly and desperately for a heart change, and the transforming power of Jesus who has shown me again and again that it isn’t about me.
And that He holds me.
He holds my heart far more closely than I ever could.
He is my victor, Savior, the one who sings over me, and (as I was reminded by a friend today)…
He sees me and is pleased.
Pleased with me.
Those thoughts just bring me to tears. Literally.
So, I lay down the striving to be loved, the heartache of so many different pains.
He carries me.