Ah, every day is like a beautiful blessing from the Almighty. He puts breath into these lungs so that I may sing the song of His glory. He puts strength in these bones so that I may run the race and win the prize. He gives me the life, the blood that flows through my veins as a testament to His mercy and grace. He lets me see, taste and smell so that I might enjoy the goodness of His creation. And how beautiful it is!
What is it that I run after? Am I running that I might win the prize for His glory or am I running a race for the praise and pride of men?
Let me run the good race. Let me sing the song for You, O Lord. Let my blood be poured out if You ask it of me. For the life within me has been given by Your grace. Pour me out, if it be Your will, O God. May my every thought be sifted through your Word, through Your heart, Lord. It isn't my thoughts that I crave, but Your thoughts, Jesus. Let me struggle and win. May I fight the battle for You and come out victorious. Lord, use me, keep me, sanctify me. God, make this dead body new. Bring strength to these wear bones and let me run. God, I am all Yours. I am not my own, but I am my Beloved's. If I am not my own, I shall be beautiful and holy. If I am my own, I will only bring disgrace upon this body You have made. Take all of this fragile frame and use it as You will, not as I will, Lord, for You alone are able to bring forth goodness...
Ah. This is my heart's cry, Almighty. Amen.
~Rachel
Very Well said Rachel!
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