King of MY Heart

What does that one simple phrase mean to you? C’mon, seriously reply to this and give me your thoughts. 

A king is a sole ruler of something and He alone makes the decisions and says what’s okay or not okay. How does that work with Christianity?  Christ, comes into our hearts when? He enters when He’s INVITED.

Wait. Stop. A King, a ruler of the universe, He can only be invited inside?

And once inside this King, He does take over right? Wrong! He still lets us be the rulers of our life and allows us to make the decisions. So how does this whole kingdom thing work? How do you have a King of your heart when you’re still the one in control? Wouldn’t that make YOU the king?

It’s a beautiful thing to think of the amount of freedom we have in Christ, yet at the same time we’re not king. So how exactly how does all that work?

Humility. Submissiveness. Respect. Responsibility. Trust.

Humility.
It means admitting the fact that even though I have complete control over my life, I don’t have any of the answers. Admission that I don’t know how everything is going to turn out. Admission to the fact that the One I call King is bigger than me, stronger than me, and able to carry me through everything that comes my way. Stop. He carries me??? Shouldn’t I be the one carrying the King around, and asking Him what He needs?? 

Submissive.
It means admitting that the will of God for my life is greater than the future I’ve planned out for myself. It means that every thought I’ve had of the next step I should take shouldn’t be taken without stopping to ask the King for direction. 

Respect.
I’ve got to take my hot shot level and dial it down. See even though I’m NOT the king I have a tendency to forget that, well, basically every day of my life. It means waking up every morning and reminding myself that although I have complete and total control…I’m not in control. How confusing, huh?

Responsibility.
It’s time to think about what to do with all of this extreme power I’ve been given.  Throw it away with stupid choices? Now how would that be a wise use of responsibility? Christ gives us the freedom to choose our direction, but He does lay out the path…if we’re looking for it.

Trust.
The control that my King gave me and the freedom that comes with it is useless without trust. I have to trust that MY King HAS the answers to everything. You know that tiny little manual that sits on your nightstand? That thing that holds the answers to life? That book that IS the key to the kingdom? I hope you’re thinking, “oh yeah…the Bible. Duh.”

The whole trust issue goes both ways, you know. Christ trusts us to make the right choices, follow the right path, listen to the right people, blah blah blah. MY KING trusts me SO MUCH…HE GAVE ME ALL THE ANSWERS ALL AT ONE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now what parent has ever done that???? I dare say none! “I’m the mother that’s why.” Ever heard that statement??

Every problem, every fear, every heartache, every joy, every pain… EVERYTHING that we could ever seem to go through we already have the answers on how to handle it. We already hold the KEYS.

 

MY KING lets me be king too. He lets ME make the decisions even though He’s smarter. He lets me think on my own even though He controls the universe. He allows me to be myself and doesn’t require conformity.

MY KING never stops believing in me when I fail. He never kicks me out of the kingdom when I screw up.  He never tells me He’s too busy to see me. He never says I’m not good enough to be a part of His kingdom.

This great King who is so powerful and so great and can do whatever He wants spends time with me…NOT when He demands, but when I simply ask.

Stop real quickly and think of His kingdom. Think of who belongs in His kingdom. The answer is everyone. Think of a king on earth or any story you’ve ever heard of a king. These kingdoms are filled with a people who all look alike, act the same, walk when they’re told, jump when commanded, give up their land when required; and they all do as they’re told.

MY kingdom I can rest whenever I need to. I don’t look like others in my King’s kingdom. I am not required to give anything to my King. IF I ask my King into my life I’m telling Him I WANT to do the things written in His manual.

Wow…

Who wouldn’t want a King like that?

I don’t have to be summoned to talk to my King. I don’t have to wait to talk to my King. My DEMANDS don’t have to be urgent or huge to be brought to my King. Should I even be allowed to demand things?

 

King of my heart… what does my kingdom look like?
Is it fit for MY King?
Is it clean?
Are there areas I have roped off so the King can’t enter? HOW DARE I! Close off part of the kingdom…TO THE KING! You don’t even have to answer to know what’s wrong with that.
Have I shoved so many things into my kingdom that my KING is cramped?
Is there room for me to even reach the throne amidst the garbage I’ve allowed to sit within the walls of my kingdom? Since when does my selfishness trump the KING??

When royalty enters a room you could hear a pin drop as everyone’s breath is taken away. My King has stopped taking my breath away…whose fault is that? Mine.

I am not the sole occupant of my kingdom. I am NOT the king.  I am IN CHARGE yet NOT in control, yet again I AM in control…puzzling. Confusing.

King of MY heart…isn't that an oxymoron? I am not my own.