I see my heart full of daggers directed outward and ready to cut and pierce any who would dare draw near to hold it. And then I see Jesus drawing near, allowing himself to be cut and pierced as he embraces me. This is exactly what God did on the cross. As Isaiah says, “he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.” The death and descent of Jesus was the hand of God taking hold of my dagger heart and bearing my wounds, but not only was he inflicted by my wounds, but also by the weapons I use to guard them.
God is unimaginably gracious.