"Heart strings"

     It's so hard when someone pulls at your "heartstrings". Those little marionette strings that someone above controls. 

     Our Lord is always pulling my "heartstrings" with a simple tug, forcing me to allow Him to lead me. I must always be willing to be led by our King and thankfully, He is the greatest puppeteer of all time. We pray for guidance, wisdom, holiness and must allow for strange and wonderful things to happen. For instance, a terrible fall makes you completely unable to work and lands you in bed for weeks. All of a sudden, someone is taking care of you, nurturing you back to health, back to life, and in the meantime things are being taken care of and you see it through the trial, by tasting the sweet goodness of God. Knowing it was only through Him that my body and heart got lifted up once again. Or how about your brother-in-law getting cancer at 35 years old, only to die at the young age of 42. The brother that treated me even better than my own brother's treated me. A brother who listened, who made me laugh in all the torments of my life. But yet, a great "peace", tugging at my heartstrings at his funeral, making me feel like it will be all right. 

     "Heart strings". Everyone has them. Recognize them. Acknowledge them, except them, and believe that it is God who is truly in control. It is only in our resistance that we are blinded, yet in the end, surrendering,. It is so wonderful.