“God wishes to make your soul pure. He purifies it by his wisdom just as a refiner purifies metal in the furnace.
Fire is the only thing which can purify gold.”
Jeanne Guyon~100 Days in the Secret Place He sits across the room, we share smiles, stolen time out of time, a glimpse of holy ground inside this sacred boundary God has placed around us for such a time as this. I watch as he subconsciously rubs his scarred chest. He mumbles to me the pain lies deep within.
I think back to the evening I anxiously awaited him to open his eyes, the surgeon’s patient words as explained the depth of his work. “There was more damage than I anticipated, the scraping of calcium build up, extensive.”
He has a clean heart today, a new valve, a new lease on life. A cleaner diet, new habits, the tools he needs to maintain the work done.
For years I have prayed Psalm 51:10~13.
Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a loyal spirit within me. Do not banish me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and make me willing to obey you. Then I will teach your ways to rebels, and they will return to you. ~NLT
The cleaning and scraping required of our spiritual hearts not so different from the work the surgeon did on my husbands.
The cleansing of my heart can only be done by the hand of God. The surrendering must come from me.
My feet hit the floor every morning carrying a dirty heart, before I make it to the coffee pot, a myriad of ungracious thoughts have crossed my mind. It’s a daily thing for me, intentional, to stop and whisper the words, “create in me clean heart, O God.”
To tell the truth, I whisper them countless times throughout my day.
It’s not so different from the work my husband must do to keep his physical heart maintained. A clean diet, a new way of life. Every day.
My heart will never be clean until I come face to face with The One who created me. In the meantime, I press on. Whispering again and again, “create in me a clean heart, O God.” Every. Day.
Gifts of Grace