Where my heart should be.

The heart unfettered to Christ is pulled to and fro by this world.

Distracted, leaping from one thing to another. Reeling from outside forces. Never quiet. Never satisfied. Never pleased.

The economy. The culture. Relationships. Cares and worries. Upon all of these and a thousand more, these are the waves in which my heart is tossed.

It is Christ where my heart finds rest. It is in His holy cross that my solace lies. The hands pierced, the brow that bled, these are precious to me.

The heart steadied on Christ resides in an atmosphere of hope, surety, peace, and joy. Shining, yes, in the darkness of this shadow world. This is where my happiness comes from, my satisfaction.

Just a moment--no, my entire life--spent meditating on those last moments with the man on the Cross, before his crying out. Of my sins borne there. Of my life, now in His, lifted in his resurrection. This resurrection mine.

May my heart be ever mindful of all I've been given. The hands of my Savior offering me life. It is a practice, this remembering. One I am learning and relearning.

Thank you Jesus for the life you've given me.

Thank you.

Thank you.