"Look into His face. His eyes are like fire. His voice is like many waters. He is seated at the right hand of the Father." What does it mean to give everything to God? I've struggled with this. I say with my mouth that I surrender, but how do I surrender in actuality? Something about walking into the throne room of heaven and seeing the Lord awakens something in you. I looked on Him and realized how unworthy I really was to be in His presence. I couldn't look at Him and I felt the need to kneel, to show Him just how worthy He is and how unworthy I am. How on earth would I ever be able to enter heaven with all my shortcomings? I've thought in the past, that it's not like I do terrible things. But when I was there, everything was equal. I noticed everything I didn't do right and I was ashamed. I was dirty. I was too unworthy to be in His presence. But He stood as I came in. He walked to where I was and knelt next to me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my hands and I was forgiven. You know the verse, 'If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.' (Luke 9:23) I look at the cross reference and it directs me to 2nd Timothy 3 where Paul is detailing out good things that he tries to embody and I'm thinking there's no way I could do that. And in that moment, I discovered, that's the point. That's the point. That we can't do it on our own. But God can. And that's the way to give everything, realize there's absolutely no way to do it out your own and let God do it, because He can.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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