I hurt. I love. I do not have a heart of stone or ice. I do not have a cold hard lump in my chest that cannot feel, that does not warm to touch or deed. It is soft, delicate yet strong, amazingly humble, full of life yet it cannot stand on its own and I cannot exist without it. This thing upon which I depend can betray me, it can tug at me when I want to be strong and confident and bring me to my knees in tears sobbing out His name. It can remind me of the glory the very nature of the Most High while it strives to mimic His love. A heart of flesh, muscle, blood, love, this is what I have.