The hour is late and the day is done. I returned from a week long trip in Washington to find a dear friend waiting for me at the baggage claim. She could have just pulled up to the curb like most people do. But Nadia chose to pay the extra $3 and park in the garage so she could be standing there when I came through the door.
The drive home was enlightening as we shared about what the Lord taught us while we were apart.We hold nothing back, she knows my stains and I know her weaknesses. We are family now, both somewhat seperated from our own. We come home, have dinner, share more of our hearts, and clean my part of the room together. This is not abnormal, I am messy and the Lord frequently uses Nadia to help "clean house" in my life.
I wash my face, along with the dirt that has been clogging the pores of my heart, and walk back into my room refreshed.
Nadia is sleeping now, the fan is blowing a gentle breeze, the CD player is singing to me, and Lord...I hear you. I feel so close to you that I can reach out and touch you. I am content.
"You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor.
You laugh and share stories with the theif and the whore.
When you could just be silent and leave us here to die.
Still you send your son for us, you are on our side." -Bethany Dillon
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"...along with the dirt that has been clogging the pores of my heart."
I love that line. The transition from the visible dirty exterior to the necessity of cleansing the core above all hit me straight in my own heart. But don't forget, His plan is to give us new ones. And He always accomplishes His plans.
I look forward to reading more.
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