Dear Heart

Dear Heart,
Hey there. It's Brain speaking. Listen, I know you think you're all that and that you're the boss of me, but you aren't. So back off. If I tell you to stop being sad, then stop it. If I tell you to get over something, get over it. Life would just be a little easier if you calmed the heck down. Some of the emotions you produce are not helpful to the every day life. And what happened to the wall that surrounded you? It was enough so that people could still look over the top of it, but who burned it down? Well it's time to build it back up again. Letting people in just to hang out and then leave is not cool. Next time you need to wait until someone says, "Hey, where's the door? Can I come in?" And if you see someone trying to torch it down, then we'll run the other way. There's also a pipe broken between you and the eyes, they keep leaking, but don't worry, I've called in the Healer. The Counselor will be following up with you afterwards. He told me that you have been a little unruly lately. That you've been listening to the lies of the world, and that false hope is just about doing you in. Saying that you should set your expectations lower sounds sad, but really when they are too high it's even sadder because it doesn't happen - because they were unrealistic.

"The Lord looks down from heaven and sees the whole human race. From his throne he observes all who live on the earth. He made their hearts, so he understands everything they do." - Psalms 33:13-15

You are complicated and broken. You are imperfect and frustrating. But keep on loving. Keep on letting yourself feel that pain that makes you want to go back to Africa. Keep the communication open between you and God, and let the joy keep flowing. Share your heart when you need to, because passiveness and indirectness is frustrating, but be aware of who is on the receiving end and what needs to stay inside the walls. Be on guard a little more. Read up on those spiritual weapons. And above all else, run after the Lord. He knows you. And when the pipes are broken and tears flow, and when band-aids don't cover the wounds, just keep worshiping the Lord with all your heart, and I will worship Him with all my mind. He is good despite all the mess of the world.

Thoughtfully yours,
Brain