The Heart is a Muscle

This post came about the time I was in bed waiting for a dear sleep's visit. Overwhelmed with thoughts I ended up saying,


Our heart is indeed a muscle after all... as literal and as physical, if I may say...


The muscle feels weak and tired and painful when overused. So is the heart.


It was the night I felt weak. So, so weak. An overtaxed mind, a tired frame, a weary soul were part of the equation. Anxious I turned out as I count the remaining months, that would turn to weeks, then into days, then... bam!

I will be bidding good-bye to a chapter of many years.

I am flooded with dreams, of thoughts and of fears.

What if human help fails? :'(

This heart is afraid and weak.
This heart is afraid to fail.
This heart is afraid to sweat, toil and cry again.


When all that's on my mind had been said and gone, this is definitely the post I will return to. I wonder how things will turn out. I know it will be a battle but, I know too, I will be learning a LOT from this.


My quiet but firm assurance comes in the knowing that that still, small Voice is sovereign, and that He is faithful to complete what He started in me.


That still, small Voice who whispered in me 'My dear, it's time to go', is the very same Voice who'll lead me how and where to go.

A Word to keep,

I would have lost heart,

unless I had believed
that I would see the goodness of the LORD

in the land of the living.
Wait on the LORD;
be of good courage,

and He shall strengthen your heart;

Wait, I say, on the LORD!

~ Psalm 27:13-14 (NKJV)

A song to sing,

And a GOD to call makes me now say, This is the way... Walk in it...

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