In December of 2008, my mom asked an older married couple to come speak at their home. I had no clue what these people would be talking about, but my mom gave me directions, "Invite your friends, I will make a big lasagna, and we will have a good time." I trusted her. I invited friends. Just a few. When the date arrived, we all (about 30 of us) gathered in my parents' den. We crammed onto their sectional sofa, and looked on as the couple began there testimony. I am not sure if "testimony" is the right word. They just began talking, sharing, and opening up about their lives, their heartaches, and their journey. I believe they were as nervous as the 20-somethings crammed into the room. The speakers spoke of the "pacing lion in each of our hearts." The lion paces back and forth in each of us--hungry, prowling, ferocious. I name this blog: A Lion in My Heart. I know that lion, the one in my heart. He is the same lion that has always been there. Taming him is easy, simple-----however, I seem to always forget. To tame this lion, well there is only one way, one word: Jesus. Believe me, I have tried many things. I have tried drugs. The lion only grew stronger. I have tried shopping. The lion only got hungrier. When I was younger, I tried gossiping and well, the lion only became more ferocious. The only thing that worked for me, and the only thing that continues to work for me is Jesus. There are many names for Him: God, Love, Lord, Holy One, Christ, Savior, Redeemer, Lamb of God, Alpha and Omega. No matter how big your lion, no matter how angry your lion, Jesus can tame it. If you let Him. I love that I let Him tame the lion in me. As days pass, and I get caught up in the errands, cleaning, studying, tv watching, busyness of everyday life----I forget about the One who can tame the lion. I forget about the One who loves me and my lion--no matter what. I hope this blog will be away for me to express my everyday life-- My journey to try my hardest to find the time to seek out the One who tames my lion.