My PlayDoh Heart

I was at the table assessing my budget since we're halfway through 2018 while Nai, my four-year-old daughter, was making shapes with PlayDoh.

She made a pink heart. Just as soon as she'd made it, she accidentally broke it.

She exclaimed,

"Mama! My heart broke!"

I immediately went into "fix it" mode and offered to help her rebuild her heart. She said,

"It's okay Mama. I can fix it. It will be even better!"

 I couldn't help but think that that is how God handles our hearts. His Word says, in Psalm 147:3:

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

I've been brokenhearted more times than I'd like to express. But one thing I know for certain, is that God always makes me better than I was before. And who better to mend our hearts than the creator of our hearts?

 

Missing One of My Senses

Photo by Pranam Gurung on Unsplash

You know how they say that when the body loses one of its five senses, the other four become more sensitive and heightened?

I feel like I'm going through something similar since the passing of my mom.

I talked to my mom every day and had her on speed dial when I needed to vent, ask for advice, cry, laugh, or make a decision. I'll refer to the need for my mom as my "Mama Sense." After she passed, I lost my Mama Sense.

I feel like I have to work overtime in every other part of my life to fill that void. But here's what I noticed.

The void will never be filled.

My other senses have become stronger; most notably, my God-sense. In the months before my Mommy passed away, she told me she wanted to be sure that I would always go to God FIRST for EVERYTHING. I'd like to sit here in front of you and say that I've always gone to God first in prayer, but that isn't true. I went to my mom first 99% of the time.

I'm now exercising my God-sense more than ever. It's getting stronger and I'm becoming even more sensitive to the Holy Spirit.