We sang Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing in church a couple of weeks ago, and it plays over and over in my mind and heart. It expresses exactly my problem and the solution. My wandering heart needs to be bound to the God I love.
I’ve wandered from the one thing that I need the most: Jesus.
Weariness and discontent wash over me like waves in a storm as I travel in uncharted water.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love. Because I let my attention wander from the God I love. Fog blankets my mind. Cold wind blows through my heart. I’ve fixed my attention on circumstances and feelings.
I’m frustrated. Irritated. Impatient. Discontented. Songs of distress instead of songs of praise.
But I can’t go too far. God’s grace, like a fetter, binds my wandering heart to Him. I don’t do anything. His unconditional love keeps me from drowning. It is my life line.
Streams of mercy never ceasing. Over and over God gives unconditional love and grace. And remind me I am on the right course. His course. My circumstances should not set my attitude.
Instead of fighting, I must surrender, “Come, Thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing His grace.” It is God Himself who adjusts my sails. Only He keeps me from disaster. But only if I rely on Him instead of myself.
I know the shore is somewhere ahead, and my song changes: while the hope of endless glory fills my heart with joy and love.
I lift my head and cry, Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it; seal it for thy courts above.
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