Read Psalm 51:1-12
It is hard to get all my ducks in a row.
I have four ducks. They are messy and disgusting. They laugh at me and hiss. They are never all lined up in a nice, neat row. Rather, they duck and run and hide.
While herding my ducks, I was thinking about the Lord attempting to unite my heart- my emotions, will, and mind. I know myself- I am more unruly than ducks.
Perhaps that’s why the Psalmist prayed, “Create in me a clean heart, O God.”
When he asks the Lord to create, he uses a word that means to fashion by cutting or to pare a reed for writing or a stick for an arrow. Cutting hurts. Just picture the Lord whittling the knobby edges of your heart away to make it useful. It makes me cringe a little.
But then, I think of my messy, disgusting ducks. I don’t want my heart to be like them, either. I do want to be useful. I will have to submit to the Lord’s creating, painful or not.