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the Center

"Oh Christ, be the center of our lives
Be the place we fix our eyes
Be the center of our lives."

The word CENTER has echoed in my heart and in my head this week through many different situations and circumstances.  It has been my cry.  Oh God, please, be the CENTER.  Because when God is the center, my fear and anxiety...my failures...my insufficiencies...my insecurities...my uncertainties are superlative details that no longer hold weight.  When I gaze at the CENTER, the reason, the rhyme, everything that seems to be broken finds its place.  When I remove myself and place the Lord where He belongs - in the CENTER of it all, I regain my hope.  I find my purpose.  Thank goodness I was not created to be the star of this show, because this show would have been cancelled long ago.  The Vine is the center.  The Heart is the center.  The Son is the center.  My God is the CENTER.  Thank God in Heaven that He is the CENTER of everything and can touch anything with His remarkable healing power and love.  And if you are ever having trouble remembering this like I do, I can't think of any more "center"ing situations than when you love without return, you give without appreciation, you sing without harmony, you speak without being heard...basically, the trenches of parenting - in its many forms and shapes.  And because you must go on and because you still care deeply, you must turn your eyes once again to the CENTER of all things.  And everything that is broken finds its place.

"We lift our eyes to Heaven
We wrap our lives around your life
We lift our eyes to Heaven, to you."

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