Casandra Martin

I need a heart transplant. My physical heart is beating fine, but the heart that makes up the heart of who I am is a mess. It is infected with sin, stuffed with selfishness, and weighed down with worry. My heart has open wounds inflicted by pride, greed, and personal ambition. Guilt and shame fill my heart, squeezing it in a vise of despair.

I have tried cleaning up my heart. I make resolutions, determining to work harder, be stronger, and make better choices. My will power, however, isn’t strong enough to overcome the darkness that has a grip on my heart. I try, fail, and hear that little voice telling me that nothing will ever change.

“And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” – Ezekiel 36:26

A heart transplant is the only answer, and that is exactly what God has promised to do. He knows that my heart is so infected with sin that it must be removed if there is any hope of saving the daughter that He loves. He takes out the heart that has become hardened and calloused, and replaces it with a heart that is tender to His touch, sensitive to His presence, and responsive to His will. It is the heart that I have always wanted, but could never have on my own.

My Jesus Resolution is to trace the scars that opened the way for my heart transplant. I don’t have a scar on my chest. The scars for this heart transplant are found on the hands and feet of my Savior. He paid for the transplant. By His wounds, I have been healed.