In this weekend's sermon, our pastor told us about the woman who wrote the hymn Take My Life and Let it Be. He told us that she waited upon the Lord with patient anticipation. Waiting did not discourage her, she simply came before the Lord and waited for His voice, time and again, until she heard from Him.
I think about how frustrated I get when I don't see immediate results or get immediate answers to prayer. In the waiting, my fear tends to swell, and I am tempted to seize control and try to arrange things and make them move along by myself. Today, however I am thinking over the words of that old hymn, and letting that be my prayer. That I would submit all to the Lord and wait with patient anticipation for Him to move in my life.
Take my life and let it be, consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move, at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee
Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.
Romans 12: 1
Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God - this is your true and proper worship.