Today I cried to God, again and again,
with all of these tiredness and hopelessness.I gave my heart back to God,
throwing it away recklessly;
with all the disappointment,
all the heart-broken, painful moments, hurting words,
all my uncontrolled fears and worries which has haunted me for long…
I sat under His feet, dwelling, asking, even begging God to fix my heart
My heart was cracking everywhere.
He looked at me, deeply.
and instead of taking and fixing my heart, rather, He stepped on it.
It was shattered all around me, all around Him.
He then smiled at me, said that I don’t need that broken heart anymore.
He opened His hands, giving me a new heart… and it is His heart…
rather than telling me to change and fixing my heart, He creates the change; the new heart.
And His heart perfectly fits the hole inside my soul.
or to keep my head up high, trying to be really strong in my own strength.
I don't even need to fight this much to protect my heart from being broken.
He gives the exchange,
and now it is His perfect love surrounding, protecting my soul; helping me to love like He loves
it is His heart covering me.
Ever got the feeling when you’re finally found a shelter and hid inside it, avoiding the heavy rain outside? That’s exactly the relief feeling as I’m now hiding in His heart, and even having it inside my soul — perfectly… securely.
"Be at rest once more, oh my soul, for the LORD has been good to you..."