Transformations, changes…..Priscilla’s on a roll here on the blog, and part of me really loves it. The other part of me seems to have dug in its heels and said, “Uh, uh. Not goin’ for it. Gonna stay right here.”
It’s the side of myself that has seen me try to change – and seen me fail. It’s the side that can’t (or won’t) believe that God has my “best color” in mind when he’s picking out my circumstances. You know, that cynical side.
I was pondering the messages of the last couple of blog posts as I stood at my kitchen sink yesterday. As I stared out the window, my gaze fell upon the window sill and a small collection of stones placed there.
See, with a gravel driveway that is a quarter mile long, there are plenty of opportunities to find unusual rocks around here. My son often comes home with pockets bulging with every kind of stone imaginable. Colors, shapes and sizes….you never know what will catch his eye. One kind he is sure to present to me is the kind that is heart shaped. He knows it will always bring a smile to my face. I must have 7 or 8 of them tucked away, small tokens of a boy’s affection that I treasure.
But yesterday, as I looked at those little stone hearts, I was reminded that true change can only come into my life when I have a spiritual change of heart.
Ezekiel 36:26 And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I
will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender,
responsive heart. (NLT)
Today, I’m asking God to do transplant surgery on my heart….to take out the hard, unyielding one and replace it with one that is tender and willing to follow Him anywhere. It’s not something I can do on my own – I need Him to do the job for me. It’s comforting to know that His is supremely skilled and abundantly able to do that kind of heart surgery – as long as I stay on the operating table long enough for him to complete His work.
Soft hearts and willing spirits. That’s our prayer today.
Blessings, Rachel Anne
