My heart is a dumbbell.
It’s both a muscle and weight that I carry every day,
I exercise it, feel it’s beat, fear it’s speed, hear it’s repeat.
This bomb inside my chest, sometimes feels like an atom bomb headed for the earth’s core.
Tear me open, cut it up, what did you find?
This heart broken, tattered, and put back together several times.
Repentant and ugly, pulsing and struggling.
Beating so hard, pumping so much blood, it’s a messy collage of perseverance.
But my heart will not be a slave, no not once.
For chains that once bound me are now broken,
The innocence and cleanliness I’ve been told could never exist in me , that was stolen;
Now lives in me.
But it’s a two way partnership.
My heart only stays clean, you see, if I take care of it as well.
If I put it on a tray for others to cut deep and never have it repaired,
Then what business do I have being surprised when my pressures abound, and my heart beat is impaired?
I know I have a messed up heart, but does that stop my head?
I mean think about it. You put your heart out at risk, no matter what’s going on, you don’t take care of it,
What’s going to happen?
Will your heart remain committed and clean, or will it convince you that rest can be found in the dark and bleak?
For out of your heart comes all your love, cares, joy, and life.
Why if you take care of it, would you let it be sliced up by a dirty knife?
God purify our hearts, that we may love again.
Blot out the stains of sin on our blood smeared hearts and hands, that we may find resilience
in this pursuit of Happiness & Perseverance.
My heart is a dumbbell, I once thought was really heavy.
But then you met me and said, give me that weight you’ve been baring.
I’m glad your training, but it’s still too much for you alone, and I would love to help you with it by carrying,
Carrying some of the weight, taking it off you and letting you know progress.
Give yourself some mercy, don’t call yourself weak and drive yourself weary.
Come to me, and I’ll bear your load as my honor to you.
Lord God I prayed, “GIVE ME REST”.
Then you said, “stop acting like every challenge is a test.”
I say it again, GIVE ME REST!
My dear child, I will as soon you allow me to look upon you, relax, and be BLESSED.
My heart was once a dumbbell, a task filled burden.
It’s now a work of art again, because my king is alive and he’s broken my chains the same way his life and death tore the curtain.
All scriptures listed are from the NIV translation.
“Above all else, guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it.” Proverbs 4:23
“Create in me a pure heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” Psalm 51:10
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30
“From noon until three in the afternoon darkness came over all the land. 46 About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli,lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). 47 When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling Elijah.” 48 Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. 49 The rest said, “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him.” 50 And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. 51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split 52 and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. 53 They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people. 54 When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!” Matthew 27:45-54