Heart of Stone or Heart of Flesh?

Rodger was who The Lord purposed for my family and I to meet today.

Rodger has been sober from alcohol for 10 days.

He told me he’ll never touch that “sh*t” again.

He told me he’s been drinking Gatorade and pedialyte when he can, instead.

He doesn’t do drugs, and doesn’t plan to.

Rodger, is going to Tampa soon, before the winter comes.

It can get too cold here, in Ohio, in the winter for Rodger.

Rodger has the most piercing green eyes,

He has hair to his shoulders, with a wavy, natural curl to it.

He has sun-kissed skin, I could tell he was outside all the time.

Prior to me praying with him,

I was outside an establishment with my youngest waiting for the rest of my family.

It was a busy area downtown.. people every where.

Walking, drinking, smiling, going about their lives.

I watched as my son picked up rocks on the side of this building.

Throwing them over and over again.

It was unusual, for him to do something like this, so I knew God was speaking…

And then,

There he was,

Right behind my son.

Rodger.

Sitting on the corner, shirtless, asking for money.

I watched person, after person pass him by.

I wasn’t bothered by the fact people weren’t giving him money,

I was bothered by what I felt and saw.

Stones.

In people’s minds…thrown at Rodger.

Holy Spirit told me

“See, just like Gabe is doing now, that’s what many do with people like Rodger.

Throw stones at him. It’s not a natural thing they are doing. But in their hearts; there are stones being casted at him.”

See Stony hearts, don’t know love.

Stony hearts, know pain and evil.

Thats why they’ve become stone.

That’s why they think the worst of people,

and stop seeing them as precious souls.

They don’t know how to.

They haven’t met Jesus yet.

My heart broke, for the people walking,

That they didn’t get to meet Rodger like I did.

My heart breaks, that they didn’t stare into his eyes, for they were filled with so much beauty.

As I knelt down next to Rodger and placed my hands on his arms, I told him Jesus wanted me to talk to him,

It was then I realized he had a cross on his arm.

He knew, Jesus was speaking through me.

I know he believes in him,

He’s just been dealt a really bad hand,

But The Lord is so proud of him, for getting clean.

He sent me there to pray protection over him, and to let Rodger know, he will make a way for him, where there is no way.

As I cried talking to Rodger,

All I could see, was who The Lord sees,

A child he longs to return home.

All I could feel was Abba’s heart for him,

And how fearfully and wonderfully made he is.

Oh how precious are we to a good God.

We are supposed to be a gift to the world.

We are the most beautiful thing to him.

More beautiful than the sunsets

More breathtaking than the flowers.

We, are who The Lord longs to be with most,

And who captivates his heart.

If only; we could grasp this more.

If only; we could know love,

More than we know pain and evil.

If only; we let Jesus in, fully to our hearts

And stopped shutting him out;

We could see, HIS good.

We could see God.

We would love and not fear

And stop to listen instead of judge.