I wrote: “All of me, All the time.”
I wanted, with all my heart, to give God all of me, all the time. That was my offering. I was committing the only thing I had to offer, myself, to Him.
And I have strived to do that. I want to be consistent. I want to be “all in.” And I continue to invite the Holy Spirit to show me areas of my life that are not yet submitted to God, because I want Him to rule my entire life. Well, the best part of me does--honestly parts of me rebel, but that’s another story. I left my writing on the stone behind me and tried my best to keep my commitment to God.
What I did not expect is what happened during the last year.
I was not thinking at all about that monument from years past as I faced fears about my competence to carry out the work God had lead me to take on. I had made mistakes and could foresee, try as I might, I was going to make mistakes again. I was ashamed. I was frustrated. I want to serve God wholeheartedly and He deserved so much more than I seemed able to give.
And then the Holy Spirit whispered back to me what I had written years ago - that commitment -- but changed it in a small but powerful way.
I want ALL OF YOU, ALL THE TIME… WEAKNESSES TOO.
Weaknesses too? Tears began to flow.
What I wrote on the monument was more about me than God. But God had redeemed it. He had used this moment of frustration and brokenness to show me that He again is the focus of the story. He’s the hero, not me. Never me.
He wants ALL of me, even the broken parts. Even knowing I will make mistakes. He has accepted all of me. He has bought me with a price – an astronomically high price. The death of the King. The death of His only son. The death of Jesus.
And so, as I reflect now on what I wrote then, it brings up thankfulness.
Thank you God for receiving, accepting and loving ALL of ME, ALL the TIME.