Your heart longs to be seen. To have someone bear witness to your life. A cheerleader in the ecstasy of your accomplishments. A comforter in the distraught desert lows. A shared companion in the small, mundane rhythms of the everyday.

Your heart yearns to be known. The unique facets - the good, the bad, every little nuance and idiosyncrasy that makes you you - accepted.

Your heart longs to be loved. In your early days, your prime, your winter. In your singleness, in your marriage vows, in your bereavement.

Your heart gets confused. It strays from the simplest path, desiring to forge its own path where there is none - where there should be none. It finds peace when it shipwrecks on an abandoned island. It forgets that you are more than the sum of your feelings. 

Your heart hurts. It gets dragged through the mud; blades slice through it; a wildfire rages over it. Sometimes this is of your own making. Sometimes not.

Your heart is hidden. Locked in a fortress of your own making, it hasn’t moved in a long time. 

Dearly beloved, does your heart know that what it seeks can be found in Another? In the One who formed your heart and knows every thread from which it was sewn?

Dearly beloved, have you forgotten that He who holds your heart will not let it bear more than it can manage? Does your heart know that what is broken is never beyond His restoration? 

Dearly beloved, has your heart forgotten why it was made? For Whom it was made? 

Dearly beloved, look no further. His eyes see you. All of you. He loves you, desires you, yearns for you. Your heart bears His fingerprints, His signature, His breath - a piece of His heart forever intertwined with yours.

Dearly beloved, He is calling you to come home. He is whispering for you to stop running, to stop hiding, to be still. He is dismantling the strongholds you’ve erected, allowing your heart to beat once more to the rhythm of His.

Your heart remembers.

Your heart is opening…