The human heart is rather like an old attic.
It is a place of storage, a place of memories.
We wander through it and discover things
long forgotten, things we kept for a rainy day,
things we have hidden. We seldom take our
visitors there and even our families only get a
rare glimpse. But sometimes, on vacant rainy
days we may drag the one we most love up
those dusty steps through the cobwebs and
memories and share an hour of laughter and
hope, healing and tears as we uncover what
we most treasure and most fear. The human
heart is a place of storage, but like any attic,
it may only hold so much, so we do well to fill
it with precious things. It is the source of all
we are, all we do, the spring of our life.
Proverbs 4 v 23, Ephesians 4 v 23