A former post on my xanga…but its truth grows brighter every day!
Love so amazing.
Love so divine.
Demands my soul, my life, my all!
In this journey that we’re on, how much farther we have to go. My all is a journey that demands commitment. And as someone said, commitment isn’t when you’re feeling good. Commitment demands sacrifice. And sacrifice is painful.
It is my desire, my need. ALL for HIM.
Yet sometimes it feels as if I have hardly begun.
As I muse, I wonder. His yoke is easy, His burden is light. Isn’t it we ourselves that make the burden heavier than it could be. With all our possessions that we cannot give up –it would be impossible to enjoy exactly what he wants us to have. We bring the burden upon ourselves, not He upon us.
There is one thing I know. If I had not the hope of heaven, what hope would I have? None. Absolutely none. Recently I re-read J.R.R. Tolkien’s famous trilogy. Its ending is beautiful, yet extremely painful, because it is the end of the fellowship of the main characters. Some pass to the white shores, never to be seen again. Some are mortal men, doomed to die. They pass, and there is no hope of their ever meeting again. That struck in me the blessed assurance we have.
What a hope. We may part for a time, but we shall have an eternity together!
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. (J.R.R. Tolkien)
We know these things. But it is a balm to speak.
Psalms 27:4 One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple.