. . . How happy little things like new knobs for my drawer can make me.
. . . And how much one new lamp can brighten up my bedside -- and in turn, my entire bedroom. I picked up this new lamp when I went to Hobby Lobby intending to come home with only lace. But when I saw this lonely little blue lamp with a shade covered in French poetry, it called my name and I simply couldn't resist.
And on another note: I was flipping through an old journal tonight (and yes, it was embarrassing) and found this entry from June of 2009:
O God, how many times have I said unto Thee, 'Take my life and let it be, consecrated, Lord, to Thee!' and not meant it? How many times have I sung it or said it unto You to take my life and let it be for Thee, but said in my own heart, 'Don't take my life, for I want to live it for myself'? Have I ever said this and truly meant it?
"Having already said,'Take my life, for I cannot give it to Thee,' let us now say, with deepened conviction, that without Christ we really can do nothing -- 'Keep my life, for I cannot keep it for Thee." (Frances Havergal, Kept For the Master's Use)
What a freeing thing it is to learn that it does not depend on me! It is Christ, Christ -- all of Him!
That's an important lesson to learn for sure. I struggle sometimes when I catch myself being "religious" and operating on a faith based on liturgy instead of a faith based on the love I have in my heart for Christ.
ReplyDeleteHave you heard this limerick?
There once was a preacher named Spurgy,
Who frowned on our liturgy.
But his sermons were fine,
So I preached them as mine,
And so did the rest of the clergy.
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