The (secret) desire of my heart: land. This land. Far-stretched, wide-open, greened-up land. Five miles from Freeman House. Land.
Land to build cottages. Cottages that will house women - hurting women, hard-pressed women, healing women, hungry women, hopeful women.
This was not my desire even, say, a year ago. Strange. I thought of Psalms 37:4 this morning, even though I usually groan when I hear this verse. (I think this stand-by has been used - too often - as a cutesy, good-luck charm, toss-away verse.) So my question is this: does God... who created us and knows us better than we know ourselves... wait (like a genie) to grant us all those deeply-held desires of our hearts? Or, as we come to know His purposes, plans, and ways, does He tweak our desires accordingly, therefore accomplishing His express purpose while simultaneously thrilling us?
I only ask this to say that He holds my heart, and its desires are strangely... suddenly... changing. A womens' getaway retreat? What? (I used to desire shopping sprees at Super Target. And as a girl, I wanted for nothing more than to grow up to cut fabric at Wal-Mart.) So desires do change. But when did this desire manifest?
Instead of me telling you this week, you tell me: what's your take on Psalms 37:4?