This morning, Lord of my life since I was such a small child, I come
now on the other side as an elder – closer to my exit than when I first sang
that sweet song for You to enter my heart.
What an experience to have had as I go there in the memories allowed to
stay. So close, so into Your heart I
found my surrender. Again, today, I’m
repeating my surrender. Like the rest of
my life is not my own, but like then, taking a leap into the dark and knowing
somehow again You are there to be the light when each step comes. Recalling how something was working in me to
save me; but before my surrender, I thought it was just irritation of a voice that
didn't know me.
But moving on, moving from here to there, Poppa, I want to be unafraid like I was as a child. I want to hear this voice that corrects and guides and find it takes me to the new dawn of many wonderful moments of Your songs about me. For I am Yours, completely Yours and I let go of what I think is mine. This goes deep for ownership is big. Ownership has a grip about me that demands reverence from myself and I put it strong on others. "This is mine." And if I pick ownership back up again, I want to be reminded of this moment.... like I am reminded of this perfect moment as a child, giving all my love and ownership to You.
Come into my heart, come into my heart, Lord Jesus. Come in to stay, come in today. Come into my heart forever and ever. Amen.
