Who sits in the seat of your heart? It’s a simple question but so difficult to answer. As a believer, I know what the answer should be but it doesn’t always match reality.
My hometown has an amazing art festival every year on Mother’s Day Weekend called Mayfair on the Lake. You can find all sorts of art — paintings, sculpture, pottery, photography, jewelry to name a few. The setting is beautiful; the shores of our swan-filled Lake Morton.
When my children were young they enjoyed the art activities in the children’s tent. I’m sure I still have some of their treasures in a box somewhere. (Did I mention I have trouble letting go of stuff?)
A few years ago I bought a small mixed-media collage. It spoke to my heart as soon as I saw it. I keep it on a shelf in my room where I pass by several times a day. It provides a spiritual check.
Who sits in the seat of your heart?
The answer varies. Sometimes it’s my husband. Many times it is my children, even now that they’re grown. I’m ashamed to say that more often than not, I am the one who sits in the seat of my heart.
I am prone to selfishness, having things my own way, doing what I want. I get angry or frustrated or sad when things aren’t going according to my plans. Like living in an empty nest.
This small piece of artwork with it’s one simple sentence is truly quite powerful. It reminds me to turn that seat over to One more deserving. It reminds me to get up myself or to remove whoever should not be sitting there.
Who sits in the seat of my heart? Jesus, I pray that it’s you. Please forgive me when I push you off or allow someone else to take your place. Thank you for patiently and graciously waiting for it to be empty so you can again take your rightful place.
Who sits in the seat of your heart? It’s kind of like asking who you idolize. Who gets your full attention? Is it your spouse, your children, your boss, yourself? Who gets the preferred seating, the best seat in the house — your heart?
One thing I noticed — when I allow Jesus to sit in the seat of my heart, things seem to run much smoother. I am happier, more content, less anxious.
How about you? Who sits in the seat of your heart? Think about it.
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As you said, it varies. My husband. My daughter. My son. A cousin who is ill. But occasionally someone takes over that seat without asking. My cat. I always let him stay there and purr.
Cats will sit where they choose.
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Great thought provoking post…love the visuals!!!!
I can be hard to give up our “throne”. Thanks for this reminder, Kim!
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