from Indelible Grace:
Jesus Cast a Look on Me
Jesus cast a look on me,
Give me sweet simplicity
Make me poor and keep me low,
Seeking only Thee to know
All that feeds my busy pride,
Cast it evermore aside
Bid my will to Thine submit,
Lay me humbly at Thy feet
Make me like a little child,
Of my strength and wisdom spoiled
Seeing only in Thy light,
Walking only in Thy might
Leaning on Thy loving breast,
Where a weary soul can rest
Feeling well the peace of God,
Flowing from His precious blood
In this posture let me live,
And hosannas daily give
In this temper let me die,
And hosannas ever cry!
More often than not, I write in this space reservedly and expectantly. I do not open myself fully here, for fear of offending others or embarrassing myself. I expect too much that people will find me in this space and like me. I came to this space because I wanted a place to write freely. At some point, my desire to write became overtaken by my obsession with comments or numbers. I want to write here and I want to create here only because I want to share my words and what I am learning from Jesus. I want a record of where He has brought me and where He might be leading me. How lovely is the world online, but how easily temptation creeps in to be writing and creating more for others than for the One who matters most.
So, today I am sitting with humility. I am sitting with the idea of certainty versus faith. Only God has a vision of certainty. We only have faith. I come to this space with no certainty that people are going to read what I write. I come to this space to create with no certainty that people will like what they see or what to buy from me. I can only come to here with faith and the Joy of expressing the gifts that He has given me.
Henri Nouwen said it best:
following Jesus is
a “movement from false certainties to true uncertainties,
from an easy support system to a risky surrender
and from the many ‘safe’ true gods to the God whose love has no limits.
So as many other bloggers pray, I pray also
Refine me with each post how You will, rank me how You will.
Put me to service, or put me to suffering.
Let me be a follower, instead of seeking followers
Let me post for thee or be put aside for thee,
Lifted high, only for thee, or brought low, all for thee.
Do with me and each post whatever you will, because You alone know best.
Let me not strive but submit
Let me not compete but care
Let me not desire hits but holiness
Let my blog be full of You, and let it be empty of me.