I have this obsession. With hearts. Not the actual bloody, pumping, oozing muscle that lays within the walls of your chest. No, my fixation has to do with what exists inside of this incredible structure. From within the heart you can learn the nature of a person. When you discover one’s heart, you find who they really are. No way to hide or diminish it, for the heart speaks loudly, and always in sincerity. The inner workings of a heart are remarkable. They have the ability to cure, to strengthen, to teach, to influence, to illuminate. My craze for it begins here, but ends somewhere much greater.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Jesus Wept.
The past five months have been a muddle. That’s right, a muddle. When used as a noun it means: mess, confusion, jumble, tangle, chaos, disorder, disarray. Muddle. That’s where my heart has been living. Deep down in the darkest depths of a…muddle. It has been the type of trial that you sense coming, but could never have expected its impact. Almost as though you’ve started your journey on a slingshot. Even before strapping yourself down, your mind quickly identifies what the ending ramifications might be, but before you know it BLAM! SPLAT! Muddle. Your mind reels to keep up with where you currently are, and as you look around you notice that every piece of you has been scattered. You’re lost. You find that your soul, the one that seemed so established, needs re-identifying. The heart that finally felt understood, needs reorganizing. In that moment my friend, you just know, you have become nothing more than a muddle.
