My Heart, Your Home

There is something about the blogging world that has brought me such joy today. I can't really put my finger on what specifically about these blogs has made my heart feel more at peace, but they have. Maybe it's in knowing the hearts behind the blogs and being so blessed to have such lovely people in my life. I'm not sure. But this morning, my heart has been blessed. Thanks, Cameron, for reminding me it's OK to be uncomfortable. Thanks, Cara, for sharing your lovely Christmas spirit with me. Thanks, Sharla, for your heart.... your amazing, sweet, and enchanting heart. Thanks, Nahum, for your friendship and for your honesty. You all bless me.

I have been having a hard time focusing on the Joy behind Christmas. (The picture above, by the way, was stole from Cara's site. They are her handmade Christmas cards!) I have been fighting a war within my heart to Focus on God, on the Love that He lavishes upon me, on the Faithfulness He has shown me, on the Compassion He blankets me with. I have been fighting to remember His goodness. And then I remember the story of my sweet nephew Elijah, who brings me such joy. SO much joy. And remembering God's faithfulness in delivering a healthy and happy baby boy when the doctors didn't think he even had a chance to make it past the fifth month of pregnancy.

Yes, my friends. The Lord is faithful.

Thousands of years of prayers of anticipation answered with a simple statement.

"You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus."

Jesus.

The first time the name of the awaited Messiah had been revealed. Whispered to a young girl with whom God found great favor.

When I was young and I heard Jesus was coming back, I thought that meant that he would be born again to another virgin. I would pray and pray and pray that I would be that chosen girl; that I would bear Christ for the world to see. What an HONOR to be the mother of the Living God.

It hit me the other day while listening to my favorite Christmas song, "Breath of Heaven". I AM just like Mary. God has chosen me; he has looked upon me with favor. I have been asked to carry His son. Carry him in my heart; reflect him in my smile; honor him in my love.

I pray with this knowledge that in every aspect of my life, in every task the Lord asks of me, in every unknown challenge that lay ahead, my response is as simple and as pure as hers.

"I am the Lord's servant. May it be to me as you have said."

Come and make my heart Your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through
'till my heart becomes a home for You.

A home for You, Lord.
A home for You, Lord.
Let everything I do open up,
A door for You to come through,
And that my heart would be
A place where You want to be.

Come and make my heart Your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through
'till my heart becomes a home for You.

You are my portion, filling up everything.
You are the fortune that's causing my heart to sing.
That it's amazing,
That You could make Yourself at home with me.
With me, Lord.

Come and make my heart,
Come and make it Your home.
Come and be everything I am and all I know.
Search me through and through
'till my heart becomes a home for You.

~Watermark