a heart transplant

I can be my own worst critic. I see how far short I fall in being who I was created to be. I yearn for a more God-shaped heart. A heart that cannot remain unmoved when I have the power to help someone who’s hurting. A heart that passionately pursues Jesus-like sacrifice rather than running from it. A heart that’s more concerned with giving away than getting. A heart that’s more concerned with God’s approval than public recognition. A heart that’s free from the need to impress. A heart that lives for God and others more than self. God, I need a heart transplant.