Every day, let us renew the consecration to God’s service; every day let us, in His strength, pledge ourselves afresh to do His will, even in the veriest trifle, and to turn aside from anything that may displease Him. He does not bid us bear the burdens of tomorrow, next week, or next year. Every day we are to come to Him in simple obedience and faith, asking Him help to keep us . . . leaving the future always in God’s hands, sure that He can care for it better than we. — Anonymous
We frequently feel pulled in opposing directions by those who encourage us to look at a job, an investment portfolio, or our looks as the central core of our identity—when our greatest joy and highest privilege as Christians is designed to come from knowing, serving, and loving our Lord, one day at a time.
“I trust in your unfailing love,” David said (Psalm 13:5 ESV). The walk of faith requires that we choose moment by moment where we look for help, surrendering ourselves to the Lord and relinquishing our personal autonomy in this present world. As Christ’s followers, we never have to wait for precisely the perfect moment to surrender ourselves to God; the time to do it is right now, right where we are, with whatever He has already given us.
One day we will stand before Jesus, our earthly lives far behind us. All that we have done, all that we have thought and said, will be shown for what it was—gold, silver, and costly stones, or wood, hay and stubble—as it is revealed in God’s purifying fire. What will remain? For what and whom have we lived? Will we be left with crumbs or a crown?
Take my life, and let it be,
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
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.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages for thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou choose.
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.
Take my love, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
— Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)