I always delight to see new life peeping out through challenge and hardship and death. Branches scattered on the ground, victims of the most recent wind—and buds, too, fattening on magnolias and rhododendrons.
A father’s long-awaited surgery—and his surer steps after.
A niece’s long nights of labor—and a precious new boy at the end. (Not to mention the fun of watching the puppy become a protector.)
The signs are everywhere if I keep my eyes open, reminders of the certainty that the light shines in the darkness and the darkness cannot overcome it.
But there’s one moment from this past week that stands out, one place I most deeply glimpsed the source of life and hope from which all other hope springs.
I’d just returned from my bike ride, parked my bike and locked the door of the shed after me. As I stood by the corner of the building, bending my knee and grasping my foot to stretch my quads, Jesus and I continued our conversation. I’d been talking with him about something I was seeing in myself that I didn’t like.
In my imagination, I parted my chest wall like a set of curtains to show him my heart, saying, “Look, Jesus, my heart is broken.” I wanted him to see the wounds, the sin, to hear my plea for him to do in me what only he can do.
Without a word, but with great tenderness in his eyes and hands, he reached into my chest, took my heart in his hands—and kissed it!
Then, looking into my eyes, he spoke the words I hadn’t known I needed to hear, “I love your heart.”
I’ve returned to that moment again and again, soaking in the gift of the gentleness, the kiss, the words.
“I love your heart.” Perhaps it’s always the first thing we need to hear when we see in ourselves something uncomfortable. We are already loved, with nothing to earn or prove. And Jesus is in this with us for the long haul, committed to tending our hearts and drawing them closer to his own. There, alone, held in his love, can our hearts heal and flourish.
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I love your heart too🥰
Thanks, Lydele. And I yours.
This is beautiful ! Just to ponder on the fact that Jesus loves our heart already ! His blood covers all our sin and we are cleansed and justified ! What a Savior !
God bless you Carolyn .
In His Hands
Yes, isn’t it so wonderful that Jesus loves our heart?! God bless you as well, Mrs. Oldreive.
I have started doing Grief Support Groups in our church. I needed to hear that Jesus loves my heart because there are times when I feel my heart isn’t as single minded as it should be. This reminded me that Jesus loves my heart which is behind the effort of trying to serve Him in this way. ( A different take on heart.)
Thanks for sharing this, Esme. I’m so grateful that Jesus sees and loves our desire and attempt to serve him even when our hearts aren’t as single-minded as we’d like them to be! God’s blessings on you as well.
wow, amazing. Thank you for sharing that image!
And also the pic of the baby and the dog!