Okay, wandering heart … so you’re writhing at the bottom of the cesspit today.
It’s time to make straight your crooked thinking.
Have you forgotten who you are? … WHOSE you are?
Your royal Father never forgets or overlooks His own.
Beauty for ashes. The oil of joy for mourning.
A garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
That’s what He gives.
The pit is not your home.
O, heart, rise up! Wash your face. Put on your crown and get lost in loving. Loving Him. Loving others.
And move to the Palace …
… where you belong.