Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence and take not your Holy Spirit from me. Give me the joy of your saving help again and sustain me with your bountiful spirit.
These words pierce my heart this morning. “Create in me a clean heart, O God.” What a beautiful, courageous cry! That He can clean me up, can wash me until I am white as snow, this is Hope! David was calling out to the only help he had. He understood that only God can offer us true healing. The truth of this reflects into my heart this morning like a prism sending out shards of rainbows.
Peace and hope climb into my heart like a mist, on little cat feet. "Could it be true?"my heart whispers. It is Truth and my true self answers, as tears prick my eyes, that the answer is God. Always and only God.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My heart and my mind find their rest in you, my Abba Father. Today, in this moment, for this moment, I choose to trust in You, the author and finisher of my faith.
Amen, so be it.
References: “Fog” by Carl Sandburg