If I am the one who is holding my heart, it’s in danger. I’m not very good at holding it myself. All I will do with my own heart is run around trying to give it to someone, possibly the wrong someone, in a feeble attempt to find love. But I don’t know what’s best for me.

But, if I give my heart to God, it is safe. If I lay it before Him, He will hold it in His hands and guard it for me. I no longer have it so I can’t break it. I have entrusted it to Him.

In the meantime, what is required of me is to sit patiently, waiting on the Lord with faith. I must trust Him to handle the affairs of my heart. I must keep my hands folded in my lap and not try to snatch my heart out of His loving hands.

It’s a pretty picture to see a girl who calmly trusts in the Lord who holds her heart than to see a girl who is wild without control, fretting and worrying herself to death, making a mess out of her love life. I want to act like a daughter of the King, with all the grace that that picture should reflect.