A friend in the throes of divorce reminded me of this painful truth.
Often it seems your heart and your head operate as two completely different people, or at least two completely opposing wills.
Heart: I am so lonely tonight. I want to call him so badly and hear his voice. Maybe things will be different.
Head: What part of meanness and emotional abuse are you forgetting? If he was going to change under your watch, he would have.
Heart: But...
And so it goes, back and forth. Or,
Heart: Oh, I bet her life is easy street. Why can't my life be like hers? Why does everything in my life have to be so hard?
Head: If you had her life, you wouldn't have your family, your talents, your special signature on this life. Do you want to lose all that?
Does God have a comment here?
God: The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful, a puzzle no one can figure out. But I, God, search the heart and examine the mind. I get to the heart of the human. I get to the root of things. I treat them as they really are, not as they pretend to be...blessed is the man who trusts me, God, the woman who sticks with God. They're like trees replanted in Eden, putting down roots near the rivers--Never a worry through the hottest of summers, Serene and calm through droughts, bearing fresh fruit every season. (Jer 17:9-10,7-8 MSG)
I always assumed that feeding our strength was directed toward our hearts. But perhaps our head is the better boss as long as its boss is God. Such a mystery, such a battle...but worth the fight.
