He Has Written It on My Heart

I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t even know to ask for it. But in His mercy, God reached into the broken, stony places of my life and began to write.

He didn’t use ink. He didn’t use a pen. He used grace. He used mercy. He used truth.

What He wrote wasn’t a list of rules or burdens to carry—it was a promise: “I will be their God, and they will be my people.” (Jeremiah 31:33)

He wrote love where shame had left scars. He wrote peace where chaos had once ruled. And He didn’t write it on stone tablets—I would’ve just dropped those, like Moses did. He wrote it on my heart, where it could never be taken away.

Now, I walk differently. Not perfectly, but purposefully. Because I carry His Word inside me. Not just in my mind—but in my being.

He has written it on my heart. And I will never be the same.