His clock reigns supreme.
I cast down epitaph on the gravestone where I died to sin: “to all her previous ambitions, cares, and strivings; they count as loss.”
For the sake of the Lamb, to fear His Name is to pronounce death to personal passions.
They rot under the
penetrating,
squelching
unique,
and
desirable
radiance
of His love.
Making my love work is like voluntarily planting a tumor in my heart.
It grows, eating up the tender, beating flesh of my reddish vital organ, until growing so big, it overshadows my One True Love.
It must be surgically removed which causes pain and moderate scarring.
“Regular check-ups with your Creator should be administered regularly to ensure that your heart is humbled and healthy.”
You never find that savory morsel of advice
in the health tips
on cereal boxes.
Like the Israelites, I choose to test and experiment according to my desires.
Karin, it would’ve been much easier to surrender in the first place.
Fall in love with the Lord.
It’s best.
He can (or not) chose to grant me the desires of my heart in his timing—no side-effects or scarring required.
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