I feel like I need to tell you some about my struggle with surrender. When Mark & I were dating, I had a very keen sense that God had put Mark into my life. But, I had been arguing about how me being a Methodist was okay and him being a Baptist was okay. But deep in my heart I knew that my struggle wasn't really about that. I knew that I didn't really know the Lord like Mark did. I surrendered to the Lord's tug on my heart one night after a date with him. Through the verse - "Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ" (Romans 5:1) - God spoke to my heart that night through this truth that God's peace only comes through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. I gave up my self-efforts and placed my trust in Christ as the only One who could make me right with God. Immediately, I began to crave the scriptures and longed to know more and more of His purpose and plan. I asked Mark tons of questions and listened intently to Bro. Hardy's (Papa's) sermons. I was soaking it up!!
Later on, after we were newly married, I realized that I needed to be baptized. Well, the old struggle with why my sprinkling wasn't good enough came up. [Isn't that so dumb?!? It wasn't even dawning on me that I wasn't even saved when I was sprinkled. It was just a ritual.] Instead of blasting me, Papa & Meemaw loved me and were patiently praying for me. One evening before Sunday night service, I just had a wave of peace wash over me that the Lord used to show me that I needed to be immersed and it was all about following Him. Papa baptized me that night. It was a joyful event in my young life! I was learning that surrender to the Lord is sweet. Colossians became my book about that time and I owned those verses about not being taken captive by philosophy and empty deception according to the tradition of men...rather than according to Christ. It helps me to be 'taken back' to that time when I first received the Lord and He began the work of transforming my life.
Another time, I'll tell you about other struggles I had later on with surrender. Looking back it seems so silly why I held on to certain things - sometimes I could see it - sometimes I couldn't. Doesn't the scripture say that 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak'?? God is the strength of my life.
Thanks for reading all of this.
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