"Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of its use to me. Arteries so clogged with my will it blocked His will from flowing threw me. So I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack that flat lined my obscure vision landed me flat on my back. Through my ignorance He saw, so through my sternum He sawed and cracked open my chest to transplant Psalms 51:10; a new heart and a renewed right spirit within. So now I fully understand, better yet, thoroughly comprehend how much I need to wait for you."
I came across this incredible poet this week and I can't get her words out my mind. Her poem entitled "I will wait for you" is one of the rawest wisest words about a woman waiting for her husband, I've ever heard. So inspiring and gave me hope for my quest of finding the one.
"Arteries so clogged with my will it blocked His will from flowing threw me." Truer words have not been spoken. I always get in my own way. If I could just allow Him to move without worrying or placing my will above His then maybe I would get somewhere! Why do I complain so much about feeling stuck when I'm the one at fault? I've clogged up my heart. I need some Psalms 51:10 flowing threw my veins.
"Create in me a pure heart and renew a steadfast spirit within me"
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