Probably not coincidental that this week, searching for a v for the upcoming, found v5 and v 11 from Ps30: “weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning . . . You have turned for me my mourning into dancing.”
The heart is always in flux, in a continual expand and contract tug-of-war. That Seussian reference of three sizes is not far from the truth. Lord is kneading that stone and making it into something far more capable of containing the light of love.
The key to fighting shadows is not letting them contract that softer stone of yours. And even when they do crush it into something less than recognizable, it is letting Him work the miracle of stone-to-flesh, and letting Him expand it out by filling it with pure, unsullied light.
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