The last few weeks I have been receiving a heart transplant.
My old heart started out full of sadness which turned into bitterness and morphed itself into a deep rooted fear and disbelief that God can make beauty from ashes.
I traded a life of peace, beauty, and redemption for a hopeless life of bitterness, resentment, and shackling chains.
He began performing surgery without my knowledge or conscent.
I am so thankful that I serve a God that LOVES me despite my hardened unbelieving heart.
He LOVES me enough to take that heart and not just repair it but to make it new.
He LOVES me enough to pick up this sopping mess of a sinner and carry me to safety.