Overflow of the heart

“A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of” (Luke 6:45, NIV).

The truth of this passage challenges me to be purposeful about what my heart is filled up with. In the last several years, I have had multiple indications that paying attention to the condition of the heart, guarding and protecting it, and filling it with truth, beauty, and goodness should become a higher priority in my life.

As a minister’s wife, and mother of four boys, what my mouth speaks has sometimes sparkled with beauty. At other times, it has revealed an ugliness that I would prefer to ignore. But, I desire, above all else, to have a pure heart.

So, this blog is a purposeful, intentional effort to collect and store good things. May the overflow of our hearts reap many rewards to those whose lives we pour into.

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  1. Hi. I LIKE your blog. Good idea. Will love to keep up with it from time to time. Dad. On moms tiny telephone typewriter. Only about third time telephone typing. Never had one lesson. Dad. Signing out.

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