Story Is The Language Of The Heart.

Most Of What You Encounter When You Meet A Man Is A Facade, An Elaborate Fig Leaf, A Brilliant Disguise.

Every Man Carries A Wound. I Have Never Met A Man Without One. No Matter How Good Your Life May Have Seemed To You, You Live In A Broken World Full Of Broken People.

You Probably Can't Imagine There Being A Glory In Your Life, Let Alone One That The Enemy Fears. But Remember - Things Are Not What They Seem. We Are Not What We Seem. You Probably Believed That Your Heart Was Bad Too. I Pray That Fog Of Poison Gas From The Pit Of Hell Is Fading Away In The Wind Of God's Truth. And There Is More. Not Only Does Christ Say To You That Your Heart Is Good, He Invites You Now Out Of The Shadows To Unveil Your Glory. You Have A Role You Never Dreamed Of Having.

Somehow We Have Overlooked The Fact This Treasured Called The Heart Can Also Be Broken, Has Been Broken, And Now Lies In Pieces Down Under The Surface. When It Comes To Habits We Cannot Quit Or Patterns We Cannot Stop, Anger That Flies Out Of Nowhere, Fears We Cannot Overcome, Or Weaknesses We Hate To Admit--much Of What Troubles Us Comes Out Of The Broken Places In Our Hearts Crying Out For Relief. Jesus Speaks As If We Are All Brokenhearted. We Would Do Well To Trust His Perspective On This.

Mary Had Joseph. Esther Had Mordecai. Ruth Had Boaz. We Will Not Become The Women God Intends Us To Be Without The Guidance, Counsel, Wisdom, Strength, And Love Of Good Men In Our Lives.