Right now I am at my dear friend’s house sitting in one of those stuffed recliners with my feet up. Some of you might know my friend as www.Bonya.wordpress.com…she is the one who inspired me to blog. Of course, I am not a very good student of hers as I am not as prolific in my writing as she is. Bonnie manages to write every day and has done so well that she has been asked to write professionally now!
We are in the middle of our most intense two week travel stint where we will have traveled to five cities, boarded nine planes and slept in six different places, not counting the little cat naps on the plane. At the beginning of this trip I fumed over having to leave my grandchildren so soon after returning from Israel. We were not on very good speaking terms…that is, God and I. When this happens I know that it can’t last for long or else I might as well go home and go back to bed. After all, what fruit is there if I try to minister to people God’s love when I am having a pity party. Every time the way out is the same…I yield my will and surrender to drinking the cup he has given me drink. My weakness is only turned to strength when I give up my right to comfort, pleasure, etc. in this life and opt for those unseen treasures that are being deposited in some far off bank. In return I receive strength and even joy…a more than fair exchange for my weakness and despair! After all, wasn’t it I who has cried out on numerous occasions that I would bare much fruit? And bearing the kind of fruit that will last requires me to stay connected to God’s plans and purposes for me. Yes, it is indeed a privilege to serve God and to know that I am not in control. A surrendered life enables a person to carry such awesome glory in such weak earthen vessels. So, once again I declare, “Not my will, but yours be done.”
