It
hurts. It hurts to see a world full of
pain. It hurts to see individuals
struggling to survive in this messed up world.
It hurts to see loved ones and people who are close to you battle
between the right and wrong. It all
hurts. But what hurts the most is to see
a crazy, messed up world rejecting the GREATEST GIFT ever given.
I
step back and look at my life. I
tearfully recall the battles between right and wrong. It hurts to see the effects of bad
choices. It’s hard to ‘get back’ the
portion of my heart and life that I gave to Satan as he so slyly fed me
lies. It’s hard to understand why, but I know I deserve a life even
worse than the one I have been given. As
I daily pray against the devil and his schemes to tear me apart and take me
back to who I was, I wrestle to truly be who
God wants me to be. Hatred and anger
fill my heart as I see what Satan has done/and attempts to do in my life and in
the lives of the people around me. I hate it!
I am so sick of him tearing
people apart. I’m sick of his traps, his
lies, and his attempts to conquer the world.
I hate it. I can’t
stand it anymore!
It’s
then that I realize how God might possibly feel. And yet, it can’t be that way. I sin over and over, but He’s always
there. With arms wide open, He receives me
for who I am. He loves me. He carries me. He cares for me. God, the Almighty, Creator of the universe,
Giver of life, wants me to be His
child. He is waiting; but so many are
rejecting Him for a life full of earthly satisfaction and things that won’t
last. They are spending their short
lives to please their flesh while their eternity will be full of anguish.
What
am I doing about it?? Here I am, a child
of the One True King, trying to live my life in a way that might possibly bring
Him glory, when there are thousands who don’t know His name. Am I willing to give of myself, my money, my
life, my possessions, and my comforts to show someone Christ’s love and the
hope they can have in Him? This life is
entirely too short to even think of spending my life for myself, and yet, I get
so caught up in the moment. But if I
could help one person, even one, that would bring Him so much honor and glory.
“Well done, My good & faithful servant.” These are the words I long to hear at the end
of my life. Who knows when that might be? This could be my very last hour of life. What am I doing with it? What would be said of my life as my earthly
body is laid in a casket? Life is too
short to attempt to make ourselves happy.
What am I doing? What are you
doing?
