I have been going through life hurt and battered. I’m so used to bad news and crying through the night. Battlefield doesn’t scare me. Valleys are not my enemies. I have been through them and I expected many, many more of them in years to come.
You know what I didn’t expect? Good things.
Something good happened to me; and it scares the heck out of me. I have always been enamoured by grace and God’s goodness, but this…. this, my friend, is something else.
Sometimes you see something good happens to other people and you are happy for them and this little thought of lies creep into your head.
They deserve that. I don’t.
Good things scares me. Happy heart is a very vulnerable heart, because the thing that makes you happy can be taken away from you in a heartbeat. Losing an arm is easier when you are born with it. You can’t miss what you don’t have.
Being happy require boldness and bravery. Happy for me is like putting your heart outside your body, which means you are so vulnerable to have your heart broken.
It’s so much easier to be a skeptic, a cynic, or a pessimist. Every relationship has its risk. Every friendship, every hugs and every kisses. Being rejected make sense more than being loved. We are all very familiar with our flaws, but not with our worthiness to be loved.
The truth, however, is an entirely different story.
So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture:
They kill us in cold blood because they hate you.
We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one.
None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.
(Romans 8:31-39)
Jesus loves us….and He knows our curves and our flaws and our edges. Yeah, yeah…. You might be saying “but that’s Jesus! He is perfect. Of course He loves me!” Why is it so hard for us to believe that other flawed human being can love our flawed self? Maybe not as perfect as how Jesus loves us -which is why He should always be our primary source of love- but sweetheart, maybe having your heart pulsing outside your body is not a bad thing.!
Our hearts are born wild, that is why our ribs are cages. Our hearts are meant to roam free. Yes, sometimes it will be smushed and broken and tattered but the journey would be oh so worth it…. and maybe one day, one glorious day, we will find another heart that beats wild and true like ours.
A heart that was meant run with ours.
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