Filet of Heart Now Being Served

Oct. 16, 2009
When I choose to love as Jesus loved, I lay my heart on a platter, an elegant fit for a King platter... and I serve it to the chosen one. The one being served has the right, the privilege to feast on what (or more appropriately Who) is in my heart.

I serve to the chosen one my brand new, fresh, pure heart. The one being served may make the choice to deeply savour my heart, delighting in every morsel and gently, tenderly yet wholly consume it completely into their very own innermost parts.

The one being served may choose to pound my heart, split it into two broken halves.... or cut it up into many pieces. My sweet tender heart may be devoured or chewed up and spit out. It may be half consumed and the other half refused and left to wither. Yet still my heart, a feast for a King, may be picked at and poked and the choicest parts removed and consumed leaving still beating pieces scattered upon the elegant platter.

Then there is the possibility that my sumptuous, exquisite heart served on the finest of serving pieces will be pushed away, refused and never even touched. With grace, humility and fresh Love Jesus picks up the platter, holds it out to me and says, "Serve it again. There will be one who will see the beauty, the treasure, the rare gem that your heart is. Never give up."