Change My Heart

Before my feet hit the ground this morning the praise chorus "Change My Heart Oh God" I felt God reaching down and breaking through my self-imposed stubborn resistance. You know--I'm going through a hard, stressful time and I deserve to eat myself into oblivion. After all, it's the one thing I can control.

Control? Overeating isn't control! Why on earth would my mind even think that? Oh yes, I forgot. "The heart [is] deceitful above all [things], and desperately wicked: who can know it?" (Jer. 17:9)

Real change comes when the the heart is changed. I can't do it. It's something God needs to do in me. In fact, it makes me think of the story of the man who straightened out his life in his own strength:

Luk 11:21-26

"When a strong {man,} fully armed, guards his own house, his possessions are undisturbed. But when someone stronger than he attacks him and overpowers him, he takes away from him all his armor on which he had relied and distributes his plunder.
He who is not with Me is against Me; and he who does not gather with Me, scatters.
When the unclean spirit goes out of a man, it passes through waterless places seeking rest, and not finding any, it says, 'I will return to my house from which I came.'
And when it comes, it finds it swept and put in order. Then it goes and takes {along} seven other spirits more evil than itself, and they go in and live there; and the last state of that man becomes worse than the first."

So I thank God for reminding He is the potter and I am the clay, and that it's not up to me to keep my house in order or turn a new leaf. It up to me to stay moldable in the potter's hands.

Donna
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