Make my heart your Bethlehem….

Everything inside me cries for order
Everything inside me wants to hide
Is this shadow an angel or a warrior?
If God is pleased with me, why I am I so terrified?
Someone tell me I am only dreaming
Somehow help me see with Heaven’s eyes
And before my head agrees, my heart is on its knees
Holy is He. Blessed am I.

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

All this time we’ve waited for the promise
All this time You’ve waited for my arms
Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected
So we might know that Love would go that far?

Be born in me, be born in me
Trembling heart, somehow I believe that You chose me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me

I am not brave
I’ll never be
The only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy
I’m just a girl
Nothing more
But I am willing, I am Yours

Be born in me, be born in me
I’ll hold you in the beginning, You will hold me in the end
Every moment in the middle, make my heart your Bethlehem
Be born in me….

                                                        ( Francesca Battistelli – Be Born in me)

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Have a blessed Christmas and a blessed, abundant, beautiful 2012!

Grateful

This year my mother lent me a book which touched and inspired me (sorry Mum, it is still at my place!):  “One thousand gifts” by Ann Voskamp.

I couldn’t put the book down because of the beauty and truth of the words and whenever I had to put it down, I did so with a sense of awe and uneasiness. Uneasiness because in a life in which every day I have so many things to be grateful for, I often forget to look at them, take them for granted and focus on the bad and wrong in this world.

Uneasiness, uncomfortableness but also inspiration. The desire to make things better. The wish of changing again. The awareness of the fact that I need to be humble, over and over again.

Humble. Because, really, in the end, what have I done to deserve the beauty in my life? What have I done to deserve to see and perceive things? What did I do that made me worthy of the love I receive every day? Nothing.

It is only by grace. Unending, everlasting grace. His grace. His love. His joy in seeing my joy, His delight in seeing me, a little human being, enjoy and be happy.

Because in the end, that is what I am. Happy. Happy and truly grateful by the good I have in my life. I am making my list of 1001 gifts, are you?

“ For of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things: to whom be glory for ever. Amen” (Romans 11:36)