Where My Heart Goes My Body Follows

Oh how the heart bounces like a ship on the sea of life. It is raised up on its peaks and it dips far below in its troughs. And how - if I let it - it will wander on its own, far outside the recommendation of Your love. My soul is so grateful, for even when she has wandered so far from you, your mercy allows everything to become my teacher.

To revive a weary and depressed heart is quite a mission but it is always I that allows it that depravity.

To think of where I was three years ago. Unable to say with my lips one good thing about You. To read Your word was a chore and yielded no lift in my mood. I was lost and depraved. Unsure if I would ever hear Your voice again. I was crawling on the floor underneath Your table, shipwrecked and on an unknown island so far from your arms. Spiritually - in retrospect - you were only a few breaths away, but physically and mentally we were years apart. I allowed grief to keep me underneath Your table. But you drew me like a child out from under. And I slowly listened; I turned to You because I needed You. You humbled me and I accepted the humiliation. I started over like I was five attending sunday school again. Drinking milk like an infant. Routine became my teacher. Even my pride became a principal. In fact, just about everything has become a teacher to me. You taught me how to listen, not just hear.

Now I am like a flower bending to your sunlight - vulnerable to your wind. You may humble me again but I am glad to be alive under your light. Even in the mornings I sometimes feel my heart dancing again. And where my heart goes, my body follows.