We are all born with black hearts that need to find Him, the Maker of our soul. We walk our own paths. May we walk in the ways of the Creator of our lives, the One Who holds our next breath.
David sits in a season of sin. He watches Bathsheba come to full term and deliver his son. A son, born out of conniving and deceit and grave envy. David penned no poems while God wrote the story. David sang no songs on his harp. David survived but wasn't really alive. Until his friend Nathan came to him. God sent Nathan to David. Nothing touched David during those nine months and delivery. But the words of Nathan pierced his very soul. "I have sinned against the Lord." 2 Sam 12:13. He knew. Psalm 51:13, 15 - restore to me the joy of my salvation; open up my lips that I shall speak again. "I have seen your ways and I will heal you." Isaiah 57:17-18. God sends someone or something "after us" before we even seek "after Him."
PHOTO: It is you God is looking after. He wants you. No matter what we have done, He is the Hound of Heaven inviting you to the best party ever. This is a Christmas gone by in San Marcos on the lake. Bristol was only 2 1/2 months old.
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