in the meantime

There are many things I've buried in my heart that have kept me from living life more abundantly. The invitation of Christ has called me so many times, but my doubt keeps me away. I'm afraid to trust. Just like Eve in the garden, I believe that God is holding out on me. That He doesn't want to give me the desires of my heart. The lie that I can do it better myself has left me bitter and unsatisfied. I'm wounded by a world that has taken my heart and crushed it to pieces. As a mourn over what I've lost, I'm determined to never let that happen again. But, the harder my heart is the more it breaks when it is carelessly dropped. So, today I prayed and I asked God to teach me how to trust Him. His response was, "Recite your memory verse". Tears came to my eyes as I said:

Isaiah 53:5
"But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by His wounds we are healed."

Praise be to the One who is able to transform us and make us whole.