What a privilege it is to consecrate myself to Him at the expense of everything else. To be misunderstood, to be used and abused, to be overlooked and unappreciated, to be poured out on behalf of others with no expectation of reward or recognition, only serves to conform me to His likeness in His death. Apparent failure is not my enemy, but a beautiful constriction in humility, a siren to deeper prayer. "It is good for me that I have been afflicted...I know, O LORD, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me." (Psalm 119:71,75)
On the front side of consecration there is immeasurable loss, but the reaping of reward is equally without measure. A bubbling, joyful expectation of resurrection power energizes me daily, looking forward to the hand of the Father coming upon me, when at last I hear the pleasure in His voice, "Well, done. Never lost faith, you. Come up here!"
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