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The things we do for love.

The list compiled by the multitudes would be infinitely long, I imagine. We all have standards to which we would never compromise, yet we are profoundly weak when it comes to how deeply we love and what we would give to those we love.

Haven’t we all given all of ourselves to something, or someone, or some cause?

Haven’t we all wished at times that we hadn’t given ourselves to people in our past who took advantage of their dwelling place in our hearts, thus leaving us a little bitter, a little jaded, a little more shielded?

I have always envisioned my heart as a sort of duplex where the people I love live. And when one person exits their home, then that compartment is damaged. It has to be repaired. And sometimes the demolition and rebuilding takes time. But, eventually other people take up residency, and the heart is anew.

I have abandoned God’s path for my life many times. Sometimes, by neglecting my relationship with Him, and sometimes knowingly, maybe even purposefully, turning my back on His instructions and guidance.

I have had failed friendships and broken relationships with significant others, as all people have. Some have been my doing; others have not. I have been the one hurt, trampled, and discarded many times. And, in some of those relationships, I remained steadfast. But, only for moments in the scheme of forever. I eventually walked away, even when I didn’t want to.

I can now imagine the clutter and disarray I have made of my perfect dwelling in Jesus’s heart, yet He has never evicted me. He has never separated Himself from me when I repeatedly threw Him away for my desires- for other people.

I, daily, must straighten my most precious real estate, and He welcomes me back with no mortgage. He makes all the repairs. He pays the cost.

Can you imagine the things He HAS done for our love and will always do, yet we make a mess of our homes within His heart time and again?

I am so thankful for my home in Him, for his unfailing forgiveness, and for His paying the price for my careless and imperfect life.