The Music of Our Heartstrings

(Isaiah 16:6) "My heartstrings throb like harp strings..., my soul in sympathy…"


Well, I hope you mothers out there had a wonderful Mother's Day. My husband as always makes it a special day for me as the mother of his children. However, I would be dishonest if I didn't mention that the day wasn't completely without its' few emotional tugs here and there.

It appears I still seek my worth and validation through the mothering of my children. How well they worship me would probably be a pretty good indicator of what kind of mom I am, don't you agree? Such a reminder of the precious life I gave these little precious bundle's of joy. Their life light sometimes blinding the reality of whom I really am.

So it's no wonder when things don't go my way, my heartstrings hit a chord out of tune where I then tend to cry out from a place of unworthiness deep from my soul. My needs are not being met. My children cannot meet my ever-parenting call thus I must be a failure as a mom.

It was this morning on my way to work that I realized once again that only my precious Savior can ever meet those needs. Not my children. Not my family. Christ must once and for all be the one--- as He reminds me that I am His and I am worthy. A parent, yes, because I was given that gift long ago.

But only my Savior is to play the music of my heartstrings….

For He is the musician…

In Him,