This
friends is how I slept last night. 2
babies and a husband in my queen bed with me.
Needless to say I was not a chipper chicken pealing myself out of bed to
head to praise team at 8:15am on this cold, snowy Sunday morning.
Sunday…sigh…the Lord’s day.
This
Sunday, the Lord’s day, I blew through the doors of my church with a bad
attitude and a heavy heart. My heart has
been aching for the people number of people that I fiercely love that are
struggling. I have looked at those in my
life that are on the struggle bus right now and have been overwhelmed with love
and empathy for them. I went in to church to find peace in this but found great
conviction written in the words that we sang in this hymn today.
Take
my life and let it be
Consecrated,
Lord, to Thee.
Take
my moments and my days,
Let
them flow in endless praise.
When
am I flowing with endless praise in my life?
Do I actually give over my moments and my days to the Lord? When I do what does that look like in my
life?
Take
my hands and let them move
At
the impulse of Thy love.
Take
my feet and let them be
Swift
and beautiful for Thee.
What
do I do with my hands and my feet that show God’s love? Do I hesitate when he calls me to go, or do I
respond in immediate obedience?
Take
my voice and let me sing,
Always,
only for my King.
Take
my lips and let them be
Filled
with messages from Thee.
Now
I LOVE to sing. LOVE IT! God has blessed me with the ability to carry
a tune. But do I give him my voice
outside of the walls of the church and the occasional karaoke night? Do my words hurt my family? Am I singing his
praises to those around me? Is my voice
a sweet sound to my Savior’s ears, or does he grimace at the sounds and words
that escape my mouth?
Take
my silver and my gold,
Not
a mite would I withhold.
Take
my intellect and use
Every
pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Oh
this one was painful when we got here. I
truly had to hold it together here. As I
got to these words I was overcome with the idea that if he took it all away. The clothes, the jewelry, the new house, the
cars, the boots…all of it. If my way of life was taken, if we became truly poor
and lost it all what would that look like on me. Would I praise him through that? My fear is, I would cling so tightly to the
life I had and the life I wanted that my voice would not shout one praise, that
my prayers would be begging for the return of my things. Conviction and heart break overwhelmed me.
Take
my will and make it Thine,
It
shall be no longer mine.
Take
my heart, it is Thine own,
It
shall be Thy royal throne.
Yes
Lord, I thought, not my will but yours.
(as long as it’s not too radical).
Literally, these were my thoughts.
Take
my love, my Lord, I pour
At
Thy feet its treasure store.
Take
myself and I will be
Ever,
only, all for Thee.
This
friends is why we go to Church. Not to
check it off of our to do list. Not to
hang out with our besties. We go to be
led back to the cross. All week we
battle and rage against this world. We
fall short and run out. We run out of
steam. And so we come back to the cross
on Sunday and lay at his feet. We
recharge, fill up and go pour into those we encounter in the week. He speaks through his music, he speaks
through his words, his people and leads us to where we need to be. He fills us up so we can pour out. This week, he showed me, he will speak to me
in anyway he chooses. He showed me the
things I needed to work on and he recharged me to GO. This Sunday, the Lord’s day, he spent pouring
into to me. He heard my song of praise, he saw my heart and despite it all he
filled my voice with JOY and my heart and soul with Thanksgiving.
I
am beautifully and wonderfully made in his amazing image. He reminded me of that today in his house on
his day. Take my life, take my hands,
take my voice, take it all. It is yours Father and I lay it all back at your
feet.
You
too are beautifully made by the redeemer who loves you so much and is calling
you to fall into stride with him in his amazing plan for your life. Please let me know if I can help you to
choose to walk with our Savior. It is a life
that is more fulfilling than you can imagine.
For now I send with you prayers for our week, that we would let go of
the things and let God fill our hands and hearts.
Much
Love,
Chrystan