My heart is an ocean. Always full but changing daily with the tide; the ebb and flow of the waves that do or don't come with it.
God has been doing a work in me lately regarding the helpless and needy. I pray often that God's hand would lead my path because there are soo many directions for the water to flow. Over the holidays the waves hit full crest. Giving to the homeless was a blessing I can't put into words. Humbling, sad, and yet fulfilling and actually fun.
But in the last few weeks I feel my heart in low tide. Instead of guilt over my wavering emotions, I'm asking God to use this still flowing desire and choosing to be yielded and ready to give as He leads.
Perhaps my heart moves as the ocean because God designed it that way. Perhaps He is the One working to use me in a divine wave of inspiration as well as to give me breaks at low tide so as to stock up resources in preparation for when the next waves swells.
So today in my time alone while the boys sleep and I read friend's blogs, I read these verses and heard this song. It was like a stone thrown into the water of my heart. There is motion.
Matthew 25:34-40
I was hungry and you fed me,
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.'
Then those 'sheep' are going to say, 'Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?' Then the King will say, 'I'm telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.'
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