The Lord is able to make me stand. For to him alone do I rise or fall. Will his hand lend me to ascension? Is the lifting up in the very act of dropping to knees as I say even now, “My King, I have failed in my service to you. Forgive a wretched and wandering servant?” Does he then say aloud as though many were listening, “He will stand. For I am able to make him stand.”? From this I again choose the yoke of my king. I know I cannot stand under another. I cannot stand with none. We never take a step in freedom. Rather we choose the yoke of servanthood or the whip of slavery. Placing his burden on my shoulder is the release of a thousand others. It is me agreeing to work out my salvation with fear and trembling under a purposeful guidance rather than get beat down in the pursuance of a fulfillment of directionless cravings. Some are able to make this decision daily. It seems I am faced with it almost hourly. This is on my mind even now. By the way, welcome to my blog.
"It is me agreeing to work out my salvation with fear and trembling under a purposeful guidance rather than get beat down in the pursuance of a fulfillment of directionless cravings"
wow Jon - amen. glad u r blogging.
I had to read that three times just to say, "What?". What are they putting in the water there now? I always forget that everyone's swimming in the deep end of the spiritual pool while I'm over in the kiddie pool with a floatie! :D
At least you have a floatie!
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