Destiny, Love, Purpose, The Voyage

Did You Learn To Love? 

“The measure of a man is the measure of his heart,

The measure of a man is the measure of his love.”

Few words have struck me as deeply as these. We cannot define greatness on our own terms, we have to define them by His. Only two commandments did He give to us – the entire Law hangs upon these two simple lines. Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and love your neighbor. 

If all of life comes down to love – if greatness is defined solely by this rightful pursuit of our hearts – then we must learn to do it well. How can we afford otherwise? 

At the end of my days, when I stand before Him I want to do so with a heart that is tender, a heart that has been enlarged by life to love and love well. If this is how He defines greatness, then may I always live up to His standards and not the world’s. The world asks me for my career, my beauty, my status, my fame. But He cuts through all of that and asks me of only one thing – my heart. 

May I exchange my vain ideas and empty ambitions for what truly counts before the throne of God. I want to build my life upon this one and singular firm foundation, because I know that everything else will one day burn away before His eyes of fire. 

You don’t measure me like man may see, You’re looking at my heart; the core of me. When it’s all been said, when it’s all been done, when the race is run – it all comes down to love. 

“Did you learn to love?” is what You will ask of me. 

“Did you learn to love?” not about my ministry. 

“Did you learn to love?” not about my money. 

“…Did you learn to love?”

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Consecration, Intimacy, Worship

With all my heart. 

I’ve always loved the story of Mary and her alabaster jar. Withholding nothing she broke her most precious treasure and poured it all out upon the feet of the One she loved. 

Do you know how you have come face to face with the presence of God? It is when the only response that remains is the burning desire to pour all of yourself out before Him. To give and give and give of every last drop of your soul until there is absolutely nothing left. 

More than just emotion, more than just fleeting feelings, the Holy Spirit quickens us out of our natural apathy and selfishness as we behold the face of One so worthy that we cannot help but to desperately fall at His feet and freely give our all. 

“I want to be Yours. Please, only let me be Yours.” This is the heart wrenching cry that rings through the chambers of my dry and dusty soul when His presence sweeps over my heart like a fiery wind. 

To be fully given to the One who has given it all to be near to us. To yield and surrender into perfect oneness. To love, not just in parts but in complete and utter entirety. This – this is the sweetest fragrance of worship. 

“… And you shall love the Lord Jehovah your God with your whole heart and with your entire soul and with your entire mind and with all your power.” Mark 12:30 

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Love

It all comes back to You

Oh the overwhelming, never-ending reckless love of God 

Oh it chases me down, fights till I’m found

Leaves the ninety nine

I couldn’t earn it, I don’t deserve it

Still You give Yourself away.

Even now as I lay awake with the familiar ache that sometimes comes to visit me in the late of night.. I remember that all my longings, they always lead me back to Jesus. Always and forever it will be Jesus. 

Fill my heart so with Your love that I will never have to look for it in the arms of another.

There’s no shadow You won’t light up

Mountain You won’t climb up, coming after me

There’s no wall You won’t kick down

Lie You won’t tear down, coming after me.. 

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Process, The Voyage

So onwards we go. 

Sometimes we think we want to go one way but life takes us another. Our choices, they make or break everything and for the longest time I agonized over this, never daring to even move because I was so afraid. 

Am I where I’m supposed to be now? I still don’t know. But He whispers to me, “I am with you.” And with that I will learn to be content as I put one foot in front of the other. 

Maybe it is not about where I will end up as it is me becoming His in the process. 

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Pain, Process, Trials

My Prideful Need 

After all these years I am still learning to surrender. To yield all I do not have control over to the One who reigns over all. You’d think I’d have learnt by now but these hands – they hold on so tight. Always clutching to understand. Constantly grappling to make sense, though I can but see so far with these shallow eyes. My finite mind becomes so furious when I cannot comprehend. I throw my fists up in the sky, demanding for some form of explaination – as if He owes me anything at all. But more often than not I am met only with gentle silence. 

Please help me to let go. 

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