Looking in my heart

We each did a painting of a heart -
three hearts for the three of us.

I was in the sunroom, reading through Ezra.  He was looking through his new Bible. We were talking about Jesus, God, Heaven and hearts.  He comes up to me, puts his finger tips on his chest, closes his eyes and drops his head down.

"What are you doing buddy?" I ask in a quiet Mama voice.

"I'm looking in my heart with God, Mama," came the solemn reply

"What did you and God see in your heart?" I asked, awe in my voice.

Looking up, huge smile he says, "Well Mama, God and I saw lots and lots of love!"

When was the last time you bowed your head, touched your hands to your chest, closed your eyes and said, 

" Lord, come with me and look in my heart."?

As I go through my day today, I'm seeking God's holy light upon my heart.  What will we find in those places where the scars are thick and old or in the spots where hurt is new and those where love grows and hope springs up?  I pray that I will find the touch of God.  I pray that you will find the touch of God.

May God's love be with you always, and in all ways!