We probably can all agree to give God glory, thanks, honor, and praise. He’s altogether worthy to receive all those and more.
But what of our stuff will we give God? Remember the rich young man who wanted to know how to secure eternal life? He couldn’t bring himself to let go of his stuff or his money.
Jesus said unto him, “If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.” But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions. Then said Jesus unto his disciples, “Verily I say unto you, That a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 19:21-23
There’s that hoarders TV show, and so many of us live with too much clutter but are slow to let stuff go—-myself included—-though since the four boys have gone (grandsons we reared for fourteen years, last two left in January) I have tried to work through a lot of it and have what I can call a regular house again. (Thank you dear husband, Ron, for all your help and support)
He’s asked me to give up friends before. And I gave. I know He asked my friend to give up cigarettes . . . some He tells not to eat pork or to give up sugar. He asks many things of different people. When He revealed to me He was not honored through them, I chose to give God men’s traditions of celebrating holidays with pagan origins. What’s important is what He’s asked us to give–personally.
Once, early in the morning, I marveled at the baby girl sleeping beside me. Just staring at her, drinking her into my spirit, loving her so completely, and out of the blue–from nowhere or any thought of my own–a question came to my heart loud and clear:
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I TOOK HER . . . my heart seized, my eyes searched her every curve. What? My heart seized, my eyes searched her every curve. What would I do??? She was my only girl, the tiny female child my heart had longed for! The precious gift I could hardly believe I’d been given. Tears dripped onto the bed, but my heart knew His peace.
I answered, “I’d thank You, Father, for giving her to me for whatever time I have with her.”
She was my only girl, the tiny female child my heart had longed for! The precious gift I could hardly believe I’d been given. Tears dripped onto the bed, but my heart knew His peace, and I answered, “I’d thank You, Father, for giving her to me for whatever time I have with her.”
I gave my daughter to Him that morning. I know several Heart”wings” sisters who had no choice. Their precious children went to Heaven to live. God left mine here on earth. She ran away once as a teen, but we got through that and she came home again. Then a prophet told us we would lose her and not get her back.
Then a prophet told us we would lose her and not get her back. That has happened. The enemy told her an ugly lie, and she meditated on it. She came to believe the lie and decided her daddy and I caused of all her troubles. So then she removed herself–and her four children who’d been at our house practically every day since their birth–from our lives. That happened fourteen years ago.
It could have put me six foot under. I loved her that much. In the beginning, maybe I felt a little like those who’ve lost their children to Heaven. I cried every day. My shattered heart–as time went by–Holy Spirit healed; He ministered to me, and I gave her again to God. We’re still estranged, but my Father is in control, on the throne, loves me, and loves her. His will be done in earth as in Heaven.
So many families are broken, but we serve a God of restoration. I know my Father doesn’t see things the way I do and choose to trust Him. I trust him with my beautiful daughter who’s divorced, remarried, and has a fifth child who doesn’t know his Grami.
Still, I choose to be joyful and refuse to meditate on anything that is hurtful, handing it over to God every time it comes to mind.
He gave me a new song to sing that reminds me what to meditate on: “Whatsoever Things” ♥✞♪♫•✫ HEAR THE SONG! I know how much He loves me. I know He’ll never forsake me. He is my fortress and my refuge, my strength, and the lifter of my head!
Don’t give the enemy any ground. Trust God instead. He is altogether trustworthy. Give Him praise and glory and honor and worship Him in the beauty of holiness! And give Him anything else He asks of you.
What has He asked of you?
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