Whenever I start to depend on someone/something, God, who is jealous for my entire affection, empties out my life. He shakes my life out, like dirty laundry. Out comes the clutter, the distractions, my idols, my crutches, the objects that I hide behind. My heart is claimed. "This one's mine!"
Oh what an honor. Though the shaking hurts, I know it's just drawing me nearer to Him. The One who loves me best.
Oh, Jo. It's not a shaking. It's a dance. You can't hold on to all that stuff when you're dancing. It's called the Dependance, and lately, He's been teaching me the steps to that one, too. (... ahah?)
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