Contrite Heart

Contrite Heart

Regular price $ 35.00

Hydrostone (natural gypsum product)
Size 14" x 3" x 2"
Hand cast and signed by the artist
Corresponding scripture on bottom of the piece
Made in Cleburne, TX, USA
"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart, theses O God, you will not despise.  (Psalm 51:17)
 
the story....
 
There was a time in my life when I was caught in the snare of Satan.  I was saved and I loved the Lord, but I loved my sin more.  The Holy Spirit that lives in me now and then was grieved and continually convicted me of my sin.  I was most miserable.  I felt far from God and even though I knew about His grace and love, satan constantly whispered in my ear that there was no way that God loved me anymore.
 
I was cleaning houses during that time, as I wasn't making much money with my art work.  I was on my way home one day in my beat up, faded Honda.  I was hot and sweaty and my rag bag was in the back seat.  I felt defeated and conviction was ever upon my heart.  I was shocked when a policeman pulled me over.  He asked if I realized that I had just run a stop sign.  I said no, I didn't.   I was so embarrassed and ashamed of how I looked, how my car looked.  I gave him my license and he glanced at my inspection tag, which was about four months out.  He asked if I realized it was out.  I answered, yes.  Was there a reason I hadn't taken care of it.  I dully answered, no.  Did you realize your license tags are out of date?  Yes.  Is there a reason you haven't taken care of that?  No.  I just stared at my steering wheel as he asked me these questions.  May I see your insurance card?  I gave it to him and he told me it was out of date as well.  I really have insurance, I told him.  Then he glanced at my license in his hand.  Your license has expired.  I had no idea, but I wasn't surprised.
 
He went back to his car and I sat in mine, waiting.  All I could think is how much I deserved this.  Mentally I tried to add up how much all these offenses would cost.  No way could we afford it.  I thought of my husband who never got a ticket in his life.  And again, I thought, I totally deserve this.
 
The policeman walked back to my window.  He said to me, "Ma'am, I'm just giving you a warning.  You need to get these things taken care of, and watch those stop signs, okay?"  Shocked, I stammered, Thank you.  As he walked back to his car, I heard the voice of the Lord in my heart saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
His love and grace washed over me like a flood. 
 
I found there is no sin more attractive than the love of God.  He truly is close to those with a broken and a contrite heart.  He is my Father.  Oh how I love Him.