He only is my rock and my salvation:
He is my defense; I shall not be moved.
It was mid-April when my husband and I moved into my parents house for the summer.
We were broke, expecting our first baby, and both working/attending school full time. Lucky for us we have parents who were willing to put a rent free roof over our heads for the next several months. So, as soon as the winter semester finished we packed up our apartment and put all of our belongings, besides our clothes and toothbrushes, into storage.
And just like that four months flew by and it was time for us to move back to our old apartment complex to get ready for the coming school year. It didn’t take long upon our arrival there for me to remember two very important things: just how small our apartment really is, and just how much stuff my husband and I really own.
But I ignored everyone who kept telling me over and over again that it wouldn’t all fit, the stuff from the storage container plus the new things we had acquired over the last four months, and we unloaded the (very full) trailer of all of our material possessions.
For an full hour 18 people carried boxes, couches, TV’s, bookshelves, mattresses, the crib, etc. up three flights of stairs and piled it all into my living room. About 30 minutes into the move I was began to feel overwhelmed and wondered if all of these things could actually fit in our tiny apartment.
Just as I was thinking this, my cousin walked in carrying our great big painting of Jesus. I looked at the picture and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “Sweet Moses! Where in the world am I going to put Jesus??”
My mom laughed and told me that once everything was settled I would find a place for the picture of Jesus, but I wasn’t so sure.
I forgot about the picture and the night went on until eventually everything had been crammed into my apartment, waiting to be organized and put into its proper place.
Finally, after three days, I was beginning to feel settled and was able to actually sit at my kitchen table when once again my eyes wandered to where the picture of Jesus sat against the wall, and once again I thought to myself, “That is such a big picture. Where am I even going to be able to put Jesus?”
As I asked myself this question for the second time, I got to thinking about what it really meant. Where it is in my home, my marriage, my life that I am putting Jesus?
Does He come first?
Is He the center of my thoughts and my deeds?
Or was I, like I was in my living room, making excuses about how I simply don’t have room?
Since that day I have spent many moments pondering these questions, and it has inspired me to be better.
I have been inspired to direct all my thoughts to be centered on Him.
I ask myself, what would Jesus want me to do?
How would Jesus want me to react?
Is this the way Jesus would love?
I have been inspired to serve as Jesus served.
I look around and try to see everyone for who they are; children of God.
I have opened my eyes wider to look for those in need.
I have been inspired to make Him the center of my life.
And I started off by first placing one of my pictures of Jesus in my living room where every time I sit down I would be able to see it. Now, each day as I sit on my couch I think of Him. I recommit myself to be better. I take a moment or two to just ponder and look to Him as I begin another day. And as I look at the picture I remind myself
I will always have room for Jesus.
Insight and Inspiration:
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.
…Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…
Where is Jesus in your life? Where have you put Him? Is He the center of your thoughts, actions, and deeds? Is He the foundation of your life?