For After Years Of Living In A

We Are Not Inviting—we Are Guarded. Most Of Our Energy Is Spent Trying To Hide Our True Selves, And Control Our Worlds To Have Some Sense Of Security.

Somehow We Have Overlooked The Fact This Treasured Called The Heart Can Also Be Broken, Has Been Broken, And Now Lies In Pieces Down Under The Surface. When It Comes To Habits We Cannot Quit Or Patterns We Cannot Stop, Anger That Flies Out Of Nowhere, Fears We Cannot Overcome, Or Weaknesses We Hate To Admit--much Of What Troubles Us Comes Out Of The Broken Places In Our Hearts Crying Out For Relief. Jesus Speaks As If We Are All Brokenhearted. We Would Do Well To Trust His Perspective On This.

When Winter Fails To Provide An Adequate Snow Base, My Boys Bring Their Sleds In The House And Ride Them Down The Stairs. Just The Other Day, My Wife Found Them With A Rope Out Their Second-story Bedroom Window, Preparing To Rappel Down The Side Of The House. The Recipe For Fun Is Pretty Simple Raising Boys: Add To Any Activity An Element Of Danger, Stir In A Little Exploration, Add A Dash Of Destruction, And You've Got Yourself A Winner.

Worship Is The Act Of The Abandoned Heart Adoring Its God

In The End, It Doesn’t Matter How Well We Have Performed Or What We Have Accomplished—a Life Without Heart Is Not Worth Living.