Four or five years ago, I was sitting at Kristen Lamb’s kitchen table trying to come up with a name for this blog site. Along the way, she suggested calling it Where the Heart Is.
Since then, I’ve had two different people give the site facelifts, and that name was dropped in the process. I don’t even remember which one made the change that dropped it. Now, the masthead just says “Christian Inspirational Author” and my name. It looks spiffier now than it used to, but I miss the old name.
It was very edifying to me that Kristen recognized my heart and thought it should be the label for my blogging. I’ll never confused with James Patterson when it comes to book sales or George Clooney when it comes to looks, but if I can be recognized for my heart, that’s more important to me anyhow.
My maternal grandfather had a heart bigger than Texas. Love was his essence, and it just oozed from him. My mother inherited that trait from him, and I guess I got it from her. It’s not the result of anything I’ve done—it’s a gift from God.
Loving people is not something I set as a goal. It’s not something I worked at and strived for. It’s just part of my nature, something genetic I received from her and him. I couldn’t turn it off if I wanted to. I don’t love people in hopes of receiving something from them. I love people because God put a natural love inside me that can’t keep from showing up.
On the other hand, this love does cause me to receive from others. In Luke 6:38, Jesus said:
“Give, and it will be given to you. They will pour into your lap a good measure—pressed down, shaken together, and running over. For by your standard of measure it will be measured to you in return.”
When this verse is taught, it is usually in the context of money. That’s fair. It does work that way, but it’s not limited to money. It can also be time, help, or anything one might give to another—including love.
As I said, I don’t give love in hopes of receiving it back, but God’s laws just make it work that way. Not everybody loves me, not even everybody who knows me. But an astounding percentage of the people I know seem to. Whether I walk into my church on Sunday morning, or go to my mother’s assisted living home, or log onto Facebook, I feel love from all sorts of people, even though I screw up as much as anyone and maybe more than most.
Recently, a great deal of love has poured out from a large number of people over my atrial fibrillation. Facebook friends, Sunday School classmates, everywhere I turn I find someone wishing me well with this condition. Many are concerned that I won’t have my cardioversion for two more weeks. This morning I was totally blown away from one of my mother’s hospice nurses offered to take off work and take me to the hospital if it would help get it done sooner. My nephew and his family were over last night, and my niece said the same thing.
Since atrial fibrillation has been part of my life, off and on, for a number of years, I don’t worry about it as much as others do. I have no energy, and I’m short of breath, but those are not life-threatening symptoms. The wait is fine with me. In fact, I set the date myself. My wife would have been glad to take off work and take me in for the procedure if I’d asked her to, but I didn’t. This way, she’ll be on her summer break, and the wait isn’t hurting me at all.
But the love I feel from people who wish me well, who want it done sooner and offer to help, is very heartwarming. It’s been a real eye-opener to see and feel it.
What unexpected outpourings of love have you received?
If you abide in Me and My word abides in you, then you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.
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