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Hands Open, Heart Willing




Where you go, I'll go
Where you stay, I'll stay
When you move, I'll move
I will follow you
Who you love, I'll love
How you serve I'll serve

If this life I lose, I will follow you, 

I will follow....

As I sang these words in church this weekend, I cupped my hands towards the heavens; giving God my offering, yet my mind quickly was diverted with a thought. 

Will I go, stay, move, love, serve? Have I? Am I following God with a heart that is completely willing to follow WHERE EVER I am called?

Will I love EVERYONE? Even those who hurt me or harder yet, love those who hurt those I love so dearly.

Will I move -- jump when God says jump? With no hesitation and with a willing heart?

Will I serve even if it means that I have to so when it's not convenient to my schedule?

My hands say, "Here I am, God, use me" yet my heart holds back, unwilling to give myself completely to the God who has given me everything. 

It's easy to think that with my hands open wide I am following, being obedient to His voice but what if........

What if my to-list, my agenda, is drowning out His voice?

What if my fears are so debilitating that I am frozen, unable to see His will for my life?

What if I am only following when it is comfortable, when it is easy?

When Jesus saws, "Follow Me", I want to be like Peter, Andrew, James and John. I want to drop my net, my net tangled with self-doubt and fear, tangled with too much of myself. I want to be like those men with willing, obedient hearts who "immediately left their nets and followed Him"(Matthew 4).

This morning I sing with a new purpose and pray, "Father, give me courage to go, contentment to stay, direction to move, a compassionate and forgiving heart to love, the willingness to serve. God, equip me with a willing heart so that I may serve you well, that your will may be done and that you alone will be glorified!"




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  1. Thank you for your post! Enjoy seeing your desire to obey!

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