When I was a teenager, I knew about sin but I didn’t care about sin. I knew I shouldn’t do things but I did them anyway. I sinned because I wanted to fulfill my desires and I didn’t recognize that I sinned against God. It was an insult to Him that I turned my back in Him.
I had a hard heart. Now, I was nice to people and helped others, but my heart had no place for God. I went to church in Sunday and the rest of the week was mine. God had not penitrated my heart and barely lived in my thoughts.
But God… He didn’t leave me there. He reached down and did a heart transplant. He took out my heart of stone and gave me a heart of flesh. He gave me a heart that beats for Him. He opened my eyes to my sin and I was consumed with sorrow over what I had done to Him.
In that sorrow, I found forgiveness and hope in Christ. Once my heart of stone was broken, God looked into my eyes and said, “There’s my beautiful girl.” Not only did I not recognize how much my sin hurt God, I couldn’t understand how deep His love for me was either. He gave me a heart of flesh and transformed my life.
How’s your heart?
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