11 August 2011
Open hearts open homes
If I did not receive love, I did not need to love in return.
This stone, this cave, this dangerous place that felt like safety.
Haughty, thinking I was brave, I lived, terrified to live.
I was always the observer, never the participant.
Don't touch, don't hurt, reaching out to no one, I never offered warmth or shelter.
Then the heart that beat and bled for mine reached through.
Sprinkled His love, supernatural ice melt, left me puddled in tears.
The more He gives to me the more I give away,
He opened my heart, I open my home.
People remark that they find this place enveloped in peace.
May love flow with the tears.
God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes. Psalm 18:24 The Message
Jamming with Bonnie about hospitality
Joining the others, imperfect, but loved, at Emily's