"Sacred Heart of Jesus, take my heart. Make it like Thine." Often times when I say this prayer a little voice inside secretly says "take it, fix it, repair it and mail it back to me by Tuesday. Oh, but You can bill me for the shipping. Thanks!"
Hearts cannot be taken -- they must be given. I must work constantly to make it His. He will not simply take our hearts, polish them off and return them with a lifetime purity guarantee. If we offer, He will accept. But how many times we snatch our hearts back from such loving hands to plunge again into that same old sin. Giving Him my heart does not make my life work-free. No, it is work; it is labor; but, oh, how very worthwhile it is.
Beautiful, inspiring words. God bless you!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much =) that means so much to me coming from such a lovely, gifted blogger as yourself!
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