I am very careful with my heart. I don’t want it to be hurt in any way. Not physically or emotionally. Whatever happens to my heart determines my overall health. I could take better care of its physical health but I tend to take that aspect for granted. Not wise, I know, but a fact. But taking care of my heart’s emotional health is a different story. I guard my heart. We are told in Proverbs 4:23
Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life.
So, it is a good thing that I guard my heart. Maybe…maybe not.
There are some broken places in my heart that have healed and don’t hurt anymore, with scars that have made my heart stronger. Other places seem to be targets of unintended hurts and are often bruised and tender, nothing serious just bothersome. But there is a part of my heart that has been shattered. It has been pieced back together. I live with the pain. Sometimes months go by with only an occasional twinge to remind me of it, then there will be a memory triggered and the pain is unbearable. This was why I protected my heart, put a guard around it to keep it safe and untouched.
I guarded my heart by not trusting many people and letting only a few have access to it. I didn’t freely share my heart, I was selfish with it. But talking with Jesus has taught me I had it all wrong. He wants me to trust people and let them into my heart. He wants me to share my heart and be generous. What I must guard my heart against is evil in all its forms. I am to use His teachings as the touchstone, the standard, for what and who I share my heart. Yes, I am to guard my heart, with His words, not mine, with His truth, not mine, with His love for me, not my love of self.
My prayer today,
Open my eyes to see the wonderful truths in your instructions.
Blessings this day of grace,