about a month ago, at Willowcreek, i heard this analogy: sometimes, God has us up on the operating table. we're vulnerable, open and bleeding all over the place. most of the time, when we're there, we want to crawl off the table and hide our sickness. those around us see the mess we're in and are tempted to react by shrinking away. but it's those times that we have to hold each other's hands and encourage each other not to get off the table until the Physician's finished.
this weekend, i was on the operating table. i saw for the first time that my heart, which i had thought was relatively soft and responsive to others, was actually a heart of stone. i saw that at the core of me, i'm a selfish brat. and i saw that God, in His grace and patience, was slowly transforming this stone into flesh. of course, it's a painful process but i'm gonna stay on this table until the transplant is complete.
~Ezekiel 36:26~
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