"I've got faith in the bank
and money in my heart
I've got a calloused place
where your ring used to be, my love
I've traded naked and unashamed
for a better place to hide
for a righteous mask
a suit of fig leaves and lies
I thought the cattle on a thousand hills
was not enough to pay my bills
and I fell in love with those who proved me wrong
and now I want a broken heart"
I am way too good at ignoring the voice that whispers, "You are even more calloused to all of this than you even realize."
It's a scary prayer - the one for brokenness that is.
I can rest in God's grace - but I think my problem is too much rest.