Saturday, April 17, 2010

Dearest God,

Faith, prayer and grace, you brought these three words to me early this morning as the antidote for a hardened heart. They are also oil for rusty hinges on the human heart’s door.

A heart that refuses to forgive, to act mercifully and compassionately is one who turns away from you, one who believes that you do not possess transforming power, one who does not trust in divine love’s gentle persuasion. A heart that forgets heaven’s agape purpose is one who will not let love in thereby creating a hard heart.

My own heart has succumbed to hardness in the past. The more I saw love coming toward me, the harder it became because fear gripped me. If I let love soften my heart, then I surmised my heart would be broken again. Yet, your love won me over. It sneaked in, penetrating my closedness. How sweet is love’s mercy, like sweet-smelling oil from heaven.

How much I want to take my heart’s door off the hinges. How I want to always be open to you. How much I want your will to keep my heart supple and soft toward you, myself and others.

As I reflect upon my life, I see the countless ways and times you filled my heart with healing love. You filled me to overflowing with blessings from on high. My greatest joy has been moments when your own divine tenderness touched me.

When I allow my heart to remain open, your love comes to me. Your goodness embraces me. Your beauty speaks to me. Love causes my own heart to swell with love for others.

O Lord,
thank you
for healing
my heart,
for massaging
it back
to health.
Thank you
for trust
that opens
the door
every time.
Thank you
for blessings
that remind me
of the constancy
of your
divine mercy.
Open the door
to my heart,
O God;
make it always
open to you.

Love, Andrea