My Heart is a Little Sick...

Tonight my heart is a little sick. Heartsick. I've felt a little down all day, really, but dinner cinched it. I've been fighting it with counting blessings, such as: 

1. Cactus blooming, all red and bright, in the window

2. Wind blowing outside my window

3. Geometry Test passed =D

4. Butter thick on cornbread

5. A clean toilet

6. Hairspray!

7. The smell and feel of clean sheets 

and, 

8. A dried rose hanging by my window

And somehow, counting the blessings makes the hard parts of the day less hard. Know what I mean? 

But anyway, back to my heart. Yep, I need a doctor. Don't we all? Since the beginning of evil we have all had heart problems. Hardened hearts, stony hearts, calloused hearts, evil hearts, black hearts, sick hearts, weak hearts, proud hearts, and so on. 

I pray this, tonight and forever, that my heart will be none of these. That it will simply be a heart of flesh, that beats and feels and weeps and breaks for the world, just like Jesus's does. I want my heart to be like His. 

Okay, okay, a little courage, a little strength. Am I really about to type this? The most dangerous prayer I can pray right now? Can I take the overwhelming pain, heartache and sorrow? No. But Jesus can. 

And I want to live, fully live, be fully alive. So here goes.

Jesus, break my heart for what breaks Your's. Amen.

Live the adventure! Really live it!

Jo

-Isaiah 14:24