No translation needed…

Some of my sloppiest handwriting is when I’m journaling. I don’t know why that is. You’d think of all times I’d take my time and be deliberate in writing legibly. But it’s quite the opposite. I write my prayers quickly as I pray them, and often I look back and struggle to translate, even for myself. It occurred to me this morning that it’s a good thing God doesn’t have to read my handwriting. I may never get any prayers answered! He reads my heart, and there is no translation needed for that.

No matter how scattered my thoughts, how illegible my scribblings, how random my prayers, or how ridiculous my requests, God knows my heart. He knows my motives. He knows my agenda.He knows my inner most thoughts. It’s more about my intentions than my efforts. It’s the heart that He reads.

“The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart” (1 Samuel 16:7).

“I know, my God, that you test the heart and are pleased with integrity. All these things I have given willingly and with honest intent” (1 Chronicles 29:17).

“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting” (Psalm 139:23 & 24).

Thank you for your continued prayers for Poppy. You can add Grandma Ellen to your list next week. She is having hip replacement surgery on Wednesday, March 20. While we have them in Spartanburg with us, we’re giving them a full overhaul!

Have a great weekend!


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