A heart of flesh

In the book of Ezekiel, God promises to give His people hearts of flesh in place of their hearts of stone. Great promise. Thing is, flesh gets hurt, heavy, and even broken. My heart of flesh is pretty heavy-laden of late on account of the sufferings of my friend. Am I glad for this heart of flesh, heavy as it now is? Yes. If it were not for a heart of flesh, I could not love my friend, nor could I tell her so. I couldn't pray for her if I had a heart of stone. A heart of stone wouldn't remember my friend's smile and laugh (which I could write an entire sonnet on.) Am I sad? A little; but then again, my heart of flesh will not let me be sad for long, as it reminds me of the great fun my friend and I shared in high school. Am I discombobulated? Pretty much. Mostly, though, what I am is motivated to pray for my very dear friend, and adore God along with her.