Melt me, mould me, fill me, use me
I
am getting quite irascible in my old age. I never have been one to suffer fools
gladly, if at all, but I am growing sick and tired of seeing all the dreadful
sin and deception in the world. I just want to confront it with the Name of
Jesus every time it raises its ugly head.
Actually,
I am getting quite confrontational about it all. I want to confront poverty. I
want to confront addiction – alcohol or drugs or abuse – any addiction. I want
to confront bad language even though my own is not perfect at times. I want to
confront bad manners, especially in children. Are there no standards any
longer? I want to confront injustice and poverty and corruption – even though I
might as well head-butt a brick wall.
I
have known for some time that the Lord is ‘gentling’ me. He is taking my prayer
literally when I pray, “Break my heart for what breaks Yours”. It is all part
of my surrendering to Him, lessening of me so that only He may be seen – not me.
Dying to self is an easy prayer to pray; a hard prayer to practice; and a chastening
and humbling prayer to mean and learn.
I
am inspired by lives given so totally to God that I can no longer see the
human, I can only see the divine. I can no longer see man’s will, I can only
see God’s will being done here on earth as it is in heaven. In the words of the
song
“Melt
me, mould me, fill me, use me,
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.”
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.”
Will
you pray this with me, I wonder?
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