Logic sits like cold porcelain on the organized pages of our minds. The head fully understands their value, but one cannot put a price on the things of the heart. It searches far beyond our worldly understanding and looks toward Heaven. It would be unreasonable to try to justify the existence of love, faith, and hope, for these virtues do not take up residence in the mind. They live somewhere much deeper, closer to the soul, in that messy place called the heart. It gets broken then mended, broken, then mended and yet is amazingly resilient. Beating in perfect rhythm as though orchestrated by Divine hands. It’s story longing to be heard, to matter, to fulfill a purpose. Love, faith, and hope are not fueled by man’s logic, for logic often dampens their passion, leaving a feeling of hopelessness. The heart is where we meet and experience God. Where His Spirit breathes life into those tender seeds of faith and waters them with the tears from our trials and confessed sins. Growing them from the size of a mustard seed until reaching full maturity in God’s “Son Light.” Ripe for harvest. Always facing Heavenwards. The Apostle Paul’s prayer for his beloved Ephesians was this. “I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.” Ephesians 1:17-18 NIV.
Logic sits like polished statues on the organized pages of our mind. Cold and lifeless, while love, faith, and hope live in that messy place called the heart.