Audience of One

You're on stage. 
So many eyes watching your every step. 
You're trying your best, but you keep messing up. 
There's taunting giggles from somewhere in the back. They said they were your friends, but there they are laughing instead of holding their breaths. 
Your parents are somewhere out there too, or maybe they're not, you're not entirely sure if they were able to make it tonight. 
You try again. You just want to get it right.
This time you get it right, but nobody seems to care.
The play goes on, and on, and you keep messing up. 
People start walking out.
The audience dwindles down to a select few.
You notice your parents still watching you with encouraging eyes. 
There's another noticeable face. In the center of the audience, there's a man. You can't explain him or how he's different from everyone else. He just watches you perform with proud and encouraging eyes. 
Does he know me? You wonder, but you have no idea who he is or where he came from. 
Thinking back, he was there before anyone else, he was always watching, always encouraging, always caring. Yet, you only notice him now. 
You realize that he's the one you've been performing for this whole time, and you were worried about everyone else. 
You mess up again. 
This is going a lot worse than you had ever imagined it could have.
How could you have been so blind? How could you not understand that that man is the only one that's worth it all? How could you miss seeing him walk in?
For a moment, you wish that he'd leave. 
You're crying now. You can't help it.
You're doing awful, it's hard to believe that your parents have stayed this long. They know you're doing awful, why haven't they left yet? And what about the man in the center? Why is he still here?

The play drags on, and on, and on...years and years. 
Your parents fade away, and there's only the man in the center still watching intently. 
You have learned to live for him. His opinion somehow becomes everything to you.
You start messing up less and less, and pretty soon more people start appearing in the audience with him. They're all smiles, all cheers. 
Still, you live for the man in the center of all them. You keep your eyes fixed on him, and he seems to help you through it all. 
You cannot wait to meet him when you get off this stage.

This is an entirely different take on blogging for me, but I felt like the only way I could convey what I wanted to was to tell it like a story. In case you don't understand, the man in the center is God, and the stage is your life. The main idea of this post is to remind you that the most important audience in life is the audience of one. 

1 Corinthians 6:19: For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. (KJV)

Mark 12:30: And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. (KJV)