precious heart,
precious heart,
beneath, buried deep beneath a narrative of absence.
a narrative that moved me to move for myself, on my own behalf.
buried deep in my chest, i find you.
i find you, finally.
you have been in relentless pain. in, over, through, and lived among.
intense, never-ending, “always something,” drug through the mud- pain.
you have been wrung out,
soaked in the blood of Jesus,
wrung out,
soaked in the blood of Jesus.
a song that plays on repeat forever.
precious heart,
you are attracted to the broken. you are drawn to the hurting and you break at the sight of injustice. you break for people who don’t know His name yet and for those who never will.
you beat a little faster when you see people dunked below the water and even faster thinking about Heaven.
and that is simply beautiful.
your propensity to return to worship is the most captivating thing about you. the dire, undying, passion to return Home. a longing to take a voyage back to Jesus. a trek that is always under appreciated and overly anticipated.
precious heart, you sing Hallelujah even when our body and i shout “never.”
precious heart, you are deep.
precious heart, you are thoughtful.
precious heart, you are passionate.
precious heart, you are home to the Spirit.
heart, you have been given too many opportunities to be inordinately strong. it’s ok to feel weak, to feel faint. it’s ok to rest in our Refuge.
“be still, my heart. and know that He is God.”
precious heart, i want to see you
He wants to see you.
i’m sorry i lost you so many years ago, left you in the middle of my chest, to be taunted and tempted.
i will fight to not lose you again, but if i do, hold tight and remember the truth.
that you are so much more beautiful than i will give you credit for.
i love you precious heart.
because you are who i want to be.
-mind.