Sometimes I wonder whose life I’m living. The events of the past few years just don’t make sense.
I have seen crazy, incomprehensible, obvious things.
I have made outlandish alterations to my plans and poured out more than I have to give.
I have possessed a spiritual awareness that is mind-boggling, strange, and surprising.
A compelling compassion has come out of nowhere.
My soul has a peace and confidence and urgency I’ve never known.
And I assure you, these things are not my own.
Many years ago, I was given a new heart.
Righteous instead of sinful.
Holy instead of wicked.
Pure instead of stained.
This heart came from God himself.
And then, just a few years ago, this new heart was awakened.
Empathetic instead of complacent.
Unselfish instead of controlling.
Living and choosing as though by another means.
Prompted by a gracious measure of Truth pulsing afresh through my veins.
This heart comes from a life soaked in the Word.
And that is the only explanation I have.
I watch, as if from a distance,
eyes glazed with wonder
at the Word alive in me.
May my prayer ever be . . .
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