They Fill My Heart

Often I see them, all four of them, and it's enough to make me cry out. "Really, God? They are mine? Why have you entrusted them to me?"





He gently reminds me. "Oh sweet daughter. I created you and I know you throughout. If you hadn't had them, you would not have fully grasped my love for you. Remember, child. You were filled with guilt, imprisoned. You thought you would never be good enough. Your grief was so deep it nearly killed you."

And just as He does it every time, He holds me tenderly in that place - that stillness - and gently whispers to my heart. I see; I remember where He brought me from. That land of shame. Striving to do all things right and never succeeding. Hiding my sins from the world, yet falling apart inside.

Oh thank you, Lord. For all the many joys these four bring me, this truly tops them all. I absolutely could never have known more about how you love me than through them.... how you forgive... how you show mercy after mercy... how you comfort... how you are infinitely patient... how you keep me safe... how you freed me from the burden of those horrid chains. Praise you, Lord, for knowing just what I would need.

"But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy." Titus 3:4