Sometimes I don’t trust my own heart.
The desires planted in the soil of my soul, I look at them with suspicion in my eyes.
Ignorance leaves me blinded to the bigger picture. I hesitate with every decision. I chastise myself. I punish myself.
I am realizing to listen to what these desires are telling me. I am learning that I am growing, and my passions are evolving. I am discovering I was created by an intentional God.
So, why do I find it hard to believe He created me to be moved by certain things? Things that escape others. Things they don’t even notice keeps me awake at night, causes me to remain restless until something changes.
I am learning to allow my heart to beat. To trust the goodness that is was made in. If I trust the creator, why wouldn’t I trust His creation?