The holidays have this uncanny way to bring out the nasty in me.
The reality is I have deep, deep hurts in my heart. We all do.
I just so happen to feel the throb more intensely during the holidays, and I just so happen to express my pain without the mask of holiday cheer.
Just the other day, Izzie told Steve at bedtime: “Daddy, Jeeeesus kisses my heart.”
I don’t’ know what you hear in those words, but this mommy hears an earnest plea: “Draw near to Me; I know how to mend the wounds of your heart.”
This season, I am challenged to approach the throne room of heaven, bare all my battle wounds, and allow the Lord to kiss my heart.
After all, He knows how to make everything better.
Lord Jesus, you know how my heart throbs and aches. I give you full access to my hurts; come kiss my heart. Amen.
“My son, if your heart is wise, my own heart also will be glad; And my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak what is right” (Pro. 23.15-6).