It’s just a stay up late kind of night…I’m not sure why.
To follow Jesus—it’s going to cost a lot. I will have to be
misunderstood by those I love and am close to. I will have to wait for His
timing in seasons when I would rather run ahead and do it my own way. I am the
peasant girl who would be content with playing among the weeds and putting
flowers in my hair—but He calls me to approach and enter a castle, to be robed
in all that is befitting to a Queen, to preside over a court and love a people
with my whole heart—enough to be willing to die for them. Sometimes I rail
against this calling—I like not what it costs me. My urge to take control and
escape the vague uncertainties is only succumbed by my constant fellowship with
He who loves me best. Left to my own devises I will wander trackless
deserts—but He calls me into the sunshine of His embrace and the joy found
there. Much I have given up, but much have I been loved—and that is of the
worth I would give anything for. My life is not my own, but somehow, the sting
of that statement has been stayed. I no longer have the wild ready-to-bolt look
of a stallion—He has calmed me with a full assurance of His love. Blessings all
mine!
So I say this to You, My Love, my All-in-All: do what You
will with my life. Take what You must and prune as is befitting. You know the
desires of my heart—all of them placed there by You—and You will fulfill them
in due season. I have only to trust in You, to keep following. Stay my wayward
heart, keep it close to Yours and when it cries out—frightened and alone and
seemingly far from its comfort—whisper again Your promises. As long as I can
hear You, remember the promises and be reminded of love; I know all will be
well. Many and long may be the roads ahead, but I travel with You, oh Love of
My Heart. You lead me well.
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