Heart Storms

Heart Storms

Some days I create my own emotional tsunamis,

and I hurt others in the wake of my storms.

I am so glad the Lord gave us King David,

the beloved, but oh so human, psalmist.

When I am ashamed of my own heart and its capacity

for pettiness, selfishness or anger,

I reach for Psalm 51.

It is a poem so gut-wrenchingly honest 

that it enables me to be so, too, before the Lord.

It's almost like King David takes me by the heart-strings 

and walks me through the process:

Sorrow ~ Confession ~ God's Forgiveness ~ God's Peace

restored to my wayward heart.

A process like that makes it so much easier, then, 

to go the human I've offended,

most often my husband,

and ask for his forgiveness, also.

And one of my husband's best qualities is

that he's never been a grudge-holder.

How blessed I am for that.

This "Storm Building" photo was taken at Anna Maria Island, Florida