I have a bit of a Martha complex. Cobwebs call for cleaning, recipes beckon to be tried, dirty dishes drown out the silence that I am called to. My Loving Father tells me to be still and know He is God. I know that He has truth to tell and love to lavish on me but somehow listening doesn't make the top of the to-do list.
"If I am useful then I can earn my keep. Production equals purpose. Busyness brings self-worth." all things i hear my mind preach to my heart and yet I hear a still small voice saying, "stop....cease your striving and listen....let me teach you my truth, heal your wounds, forgive your sins....let me love you" Then I look up and let the warmth of the Son warm my cold heart.
Work alone will never save, usefullness will not erase the sin-sick stains on my soul or the pain I feel or the pain I have caused for others. Christ alone can save this weary soul. Holy blood shed is the only cure to redeem the works of my hands. Praise God that what I intend for evil He intends for good.
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