"You are not your own for you were bought with a price. Therefore, glorify God in your body." I Corinthians 6:19-20
This has been a life motto for me. Even though I have failed miserably in the food department, in most every other way I strove to honor God with this oddly shaped body He gave me. Every baby, every hour spent nursing, loving my husband, serving my children, making dinner, folding laundry, mopping floors, speaking to hundreds of teens, making Christmas cards for the elderly, and all of the other activities that I have spent my energy performing have ultimately been my attempt to honor my creator.
When I was in college, one of the several Bible studies Chris and I participated in dealt with the different forms of offerings practiced in the in Old Testament. Upon learning about the drink offering, I remember silently crying out in my spirit that I wanted to be that drink offering for the Lord. I wanted to be completely consumed by His glory in the same way the wine was evaporated even before it hit the hot altar. Through the years, I have had moments where I feel like I had been fully consumed. There was nothing left for me to give. Of course, the truth is that in those moments, when there is little or nothing left to give, is when grace kicks in. When we reach the limits that surpass our natural abilities and the support of those around us, God's grace becomes the sole support for us in that moment. That is where the real miracles occur and the greatest steps toward perfection are taken.
My wonderful, talented husband has written a TON of music. I used to fall asleep on the floor of the practice room in college listening to him create song after song. I believe the power behind his music is found in the raw vulnerability from which it flows. Being that I know him so well, I can vouch for the fact that he doesn't write a song just because it sounds cool, it's a part of his heart being put to notes.
Today I wanted to share one of my all-time favorites of his. I suppose the reason it has always touched me so deeply is because it is also the cry of my heart. I want God to use me. I want to be the instrument in which he communicates to the world. Of course, I am fully aware that a life given totally to Christ is not an easy one. We are called to walk in His steps, which include those carrying a cross toward His death. I am grateful that my Lord knows the silent cry of my heart and that He can still hear it over the temper tantrums and arguments I voice on a regular basis.
"My hands, my feet, my life, it longs to be an instrument of praise to you. My heart, my mind, my strength, it longs to be conducting acts of praise to you."
These are the words of the chorus. I ask that you listen to the entire song and reflect on the message. We are the bodies in which God will use in the world. We must allow Him to have all of us.
(I created this quick video on my computer because there was no Youtube version of this song. Please ignore the low quality of the video)