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Hows your heart

But I will not hear these words from him anymore in this life. Yesterday, after a two and half year battle with cancer, Scott—my friend and Wisdom Hunter board member went to be with Jesus. He knew the quality of my life depends on the health of my heart. He reminded me of my need for the Great Physician. This teaching in Proverbs says everything in our life flows from our heart. So, above all else our heart needs a guard—God is our guard. When the Holy Spirit fills our heart by faith—He flushes out sin and leaves room only for the fruit of the Spirit. Only a heart guarded by God can bear up under the influence of ungodliness.

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It had been two and a half years since my year-old husband died suddenly. At least you had children together. At least they were old enough to have memories. At least they were young enough to not really understand. At least you had 15 years together. And then someone asked me a question I had never been asked before. He asked:. The question floored me.

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Seed questions for reflection: What comes up for you when you reflect on how your heart is doing? Can you share a personal story of a time you were able to move beyond busyness and into the state of your heart? What practice helps you examine the dark corners of your own soul? I love the question "How is your heart at this very moment, at this breath? That's so different than, "How's it going?

I t is still dark, not yet five, too early to be awake. But here I am, eyes wide open. I lie in bed for a while, taking stock. How is my heart? And so I try to remember, instead, where I first heard or read these provocative, tender words. In a book?