We tend to start out that way.
Then we get jostled by life.
Our hearts develop callouses…
Here and there.
Each represents the pain of being rubbed the wrong way.
People we thought were friends
They weren’t laughing with us!
As we grew, our hearts toughened.
“Don’t be so sensitive.”
We tried not to cry in front of them.
We grew older still.
We didn’t want to cry. It seemed so weak.
As time went on, our hearts became harder
Our skin became thinner.
GOD, I need the heart of flesh you promised.
I realize my calloused heart has become a rock!
Only YOU can make me tender in the right ways.
Only you can make me bold at the right times.
At times, I want revenge…for all those times of ridicule…times of being left out.
But none of that compares to what I have done to you GOD.
I have profaned the Holiness of your Name, just as your people did.
Please replace the rock of a heart I have. Give me a new, tender heart.
One that is tender toward YOU and toward your people.
One that brings glory to your Holy Name!