"What does my heart look like? That was the question that began a
continuous conversation between Holy Spirit and I. It was beautiful...
but it was vacant. The picture I received was of a single room; a
ballroom in an European castle. It had ornate, gilded pillars with
carvings at the top surrounding an immense hardwood floor. On two sides I
could see the surrounding woods and distant ocean through massive
windows; but the other walls were naked and it was vacant of furnishings
or warmth. This is my heart.... As I pondered this I remembered that
nothing is unchangeable, perhaps I could move in a couch to make it more
welcoming. I asked permission and brought in a green velvet,
overstuffed couch with old wooden carvings on the armrests. It was far
too small for the room, but it was my start. I then invited Jesus to sit
with me and thus began our conversations in my heart.
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