Just One Word

Hearts.

These organs in our chest are the largest sustainer of life for all of us.

Without a heart beat, we wouldn’t be.

But the other kind of heart we have also dictates life or death… the one that keeps our eternity sustained. The one that loves, hurts, feels, and keeps our souls beating.

We don’t remind our hearts to do their job. No one wakes up and gives their aorta a pep talk about pumping blood all day long. It used to be that way with our other heart too. God created both hearts in perfect sync with His. Both only knew perfection, joy, freedom, and life.

Then sin came and broke what was perfect into a dead, flat EKG in our souls.

The choice to sin was ours, and when we seized it, the choice to who we give our hearts to also became our responsibility.

When I give my heart away to other things and any person, they now hold total control of it’s beating… it’s life, it’s value, it’s freedom, the way I view myself—how I LIVE.

If I give it to a person and they betray me, now I’m worthless and not as good as what they betrayed me for.

If I give it to a person and they give up on me, now I’m not worth fighting for, I’m useless.

If I give it to someone that hurts me deeply, now I’m not worth being loved, and in fact, I’m worth being hurt. I deserve to inflict pain upon myself.

If I give it to an addiction, it never feels satisfied. It never beats fast enough, so I try my hardest to give it more of what it wants. But I’m exhausted at keeping it going.

If I give it to my career or expectations from others, the second I don’t measure up, I’m a failure. A complete failure.

Or sometimes, I give it to a person, a thing, an addiction, or a dream, and they can treat it with so much love and care that it’s full of life and beats of joy…. But still… the one word you’re longing for from all of these things and all of these people is never being given.

You ask and search and you cry and try and you long from the deepest part of who you are to hear it, to be it:

E N O U G H

But these people, these things, these dreams, they all have something in common that prevents them from ever giving you this word:

They’re dying. They're broken. They're also searching. They are all apart of this temporary earth and contain mortal flesh.

It’s IMPOSSIBLE to infinitely affirm the eternity in our hearts with something that is temporary. Even with our deepest cries of desperation for that one word our entire lives, we will still be left giving our hearts to dead, hollow flesh.

The only logical and possible solution to give rest to our wandering and searching hearts is the only One who is eternal. The one who created us AS enough—as more than enough… as perfection. The One who restored our enough after we broke into shattered pieces of “almost”.

Thank you, Jesus for your grace.

Now I don’t have to give away my heart in hopes that I will be enough for its’ new owner. Once I gave it to Jesus, He reminds me with every new sunrise, every morning, that I’m forever enough because now, I’m forever His.

Eternally enough.

Sustained,

Claimed,

Immovable,

Untouchably,

His.