Isn’t This True?
You want to make your life count for something worthwhile.
I do too.
You don’t want to live your life and be ignored.
You don’t want to be thought of as insignificant.
I’m with you.
How can we make sure our life counts for something worthwhile?
There Is A Battle Going On
Here’s a story that will help.
There are just two sides of this issue. You’ve undoubtedly figured this out already. On one side you realize everyone doesn’t love you … you have an enemy.
On the other side, someone loves and cares about you, in spite of your being messed up … you have a friend.
Here’s the crazy thing, though this is my experience, hopefully, it isn’t your experience—I am apt to open my heart quicker to my enemy than I’m willing to open my heart to my friend.
How insane is that?
As a for instance, let me explain what I mean by open my heart. When I open my heart I’m saying that I permit someone or something to enter me. In other words, I give my permission, “Sure, come on in!”
When I do this, obviously, I willingly permit an influence into my heart. Of course, this influence may be either good to me or bad to me.
And sadly, in a bad sense, I sometimes haven’t realized that when I open my heart I haven’t realized what I’m doing … what I’m giving permission to happen.
I haven’t asked myself, what are you doing? Why are you opening the door of your heart to this? What is motivating you to open your heart?
I admit, in my better moments, that at times I simply open the door of my heart without thinking about any consequences.
If it happens to be a good thing, I count myself fortunate. If it happens to be a bad thing, I consider myself foolish.
But I’ve had this experience where something bad, which will ultimately hurt me, doesn’t immediately hurt me so I think I got lucky. Not smart on my part. I haven’t recognized that my enemy isn’t ever going to be my friend.
My enemy is playing me for a sucker, and pretty soon, don’t you know, my heart seems to have installed a swinging door and this bad thing comes in whenever it wants to. I’ve given my permission. Thus, the bad hurts me gradually, not instantly, and I barely feel the stabs that kill me.
So my enemy, who I’m maybe thinking is not so bad after all, is hindering me from constructing a worthwhile life.
This is the consequence of buying into the lies of my enemy. This is my story. I’ve done this way too often and it has wasted my life and my time.
Is It Time To Do Something Risky?
Then something changed. I’m at a loss to say that it was this or that specifically. Reviewing what happened I’m aware of a lot of things occurring (they seemed random) in my life. But I remember thinking this ain’t good.
I didn’t understand what I was opening my heart to. With the addition and subtraction of various numbered events, I finally re-figured the problem correctly. I have an enemy. I have a friend. The bold red marks on my life paper vanished … or honestly became rarer and rarer. I started to get things right.
Moreover, I started to comprehend what it meant to open the door to my friend. I felt better about myself. And I didn’t want that feeling to go away. My bruises faded. My cuts left scars, but they reminded me of the consequences of compromising. I began to exchange life for death.
So when I open my heart to my friend I experienced: Calmness. Peace. Liberation. Companionship. I said, I need to do this more often. I’ve missed my friend.
Declare War … Here’s My Heart Lord
Truly my enemy can try to: Discredit me. Defeat me. Discourage me. That’s what the enemy does. The question is: Do I surrender or declare war?
What if I do what Crowder sings? Here’s My Heart Lord. What happens if I open my heart to my friend? What if I allow my friend to love me? What if I love my friend? What happens if I let my friend be my friend?
The End Game
I discovered Jesus speaks to me with gentle compassion and the result is an uncompromising life full of worth.
Have you opened the door to your friend? Don’t put it off. Do what is going to make your life worthwhile.
If you do this, you won’t be ignored or thought of as insignificant. Go for it!
David Crowder: Here’s My Heart