when you're dreaming with a broken heart the waking up is the hardest part*

Well, I am up late as usual. I stopped by Scott's blog where he reminded me of the cross. It seems silly to say someone had to remind me of the very crux of why I live but sometimes I have to be reminded of the simple and powerful beauty of that love and how I want to pick it up everyday. Sometimes I don't want to pick it up...you know...and that bothers me. Scott thank you for reminding me of this.

Once I dreamed about the cross. At the foot of this cross were piles of broken hearts and there were people in a line as far as the eye could see holding in there hands their broken hearts and then placing their broken hearts at the foot of the cross where the others were piled and then walking away whole. A friend of mine who is an artist said she would paint that picture for me. I think I'll ask her if she could paint it now.

Philippians 2:5-8
Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:
Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death—
even death on a cross!

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I want to, as Scott said, go back to the cross placing my broken heart there and leaving with a pure heart like His...a forgiving heart like His...a loving heart like His and most important...a humble heart like His...

From my new cd that Laurie sent to me yesterday..thank you Laurie, it meant the world!
"Dreaming With a Broken Heart" by John Mayer

posted by Beverly at 10:36 PM