When the Day is Done

What differences would we see if we were to wake every day with only one desire, only one passion burning in our hearts and that is that Christ be glorified. What if each morning we were to let go of all else and say "Jesus live through me right now." A life lived for God is made up of a thousand deaths to self each day. It is not something we accomplish without great sacrifice. And yet, in the end the prize won so far outweighs the earthly sacrifices.

What if we were not only to give Jesus our lives, but to place each day here on earth in His hands. To use us, spend us and pour us out in order that He be glorified. 

I want this life. I crave a life poured out, one that is an endless song to the King over all. One that is taken over by His existence, not just somedays but every day I have breath in my lungs.

At the end of the day I want to have shown grace, even when undeserved.
I want to have loved someone who may have treated me wrongly.
I want to have let that hurtful word have no weight in my life. 
I want to have forgiven that little fault that I tend to make such an enormous deal about.

At the end of the day, I want to have let go of myself, my wants and my plans,
I want to have been in tune to His desires and hear the words He was longing to speak to me.
I want to hear His heart beat for the lost and the dying.
I want to have born His sorrow and anguish over hearts unaware of His grace.

At the end of the day, I want to have given all that I could to those in my sphere. 
I want to have helped in some practical way to lighten the load someone is carrying.
I want to have taken time to listened well to the heart aching to share.
I want to have spoken truth when it's oh so needed and yet hard to speak the words.

At the end of the day, I want to have cherished the littles that often are overlooked.
I want to have treated them with their true value and shared His heart for them.
I want to have given them the love they need.
I want to have stopped to learn from them how to treasure the simple gifts in life.

At the end of the day, I want to have been a friend to the people that the world labels as "different".
I want to have reminded them that this world is not our home.
I want to have show them their value in Christ Jesus. 
I want to have told them that they are loved no less than others by the King of all kings.

At the end of the day, I want to have disappeared, so that Christ is the only thing seen.
I want to have pointed to the cross.
I want to have been a channel of His grace and mercy pouring into someone's life.
I want to have been used by Him to bring a wayward child back into His arms of love.

At the end of the day, I want to have nothing left.
I want to have given every bit of my strength.
I want to have given every ounce of love.
I want to have given every measure of grace.

Because every bit we have left over at the end of the day will be wasted for eternity. Every time we shut out His words, His prompting to share, we miss an opportunity to change the world, because the world is changed each time a heart is transformed

This is our commission. This is our reason for living. 


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