One thing I dread, with every project I do, is that I put too much of my heart into it.
Iba kasi. When they don’t like it, or want to change so many aspects, or when they downright don’t like it at all, it hurts. Hurts more than when i do something that I am not attached to.
But hey. This is a pruning ground for the heart. God’s workspace. My heart is on the table. He knows what to cut, to let the beauty grow where He had planned it to be.
We are jars of clay, broken. We are not designed to hold all the water, we are designed to pour it out. So pour your heart out, giving excellence in everything. God, the refill-er, does not run out.