Beauty is false and favor is empty, but a woman that is in the awe of Lord Jehovah, she will be praised.
— the Holy Bible —
When you look at me…. what is it that you see?
When the youthful face and physique I carry fade away, will you seek beauty else where?
There are so many questions I very much would like to ask you. Somehow, it would be foolish of me to turn your face away by sounding cynical. Not especially when I too am drawn to your beautiful face and your kindness. To be sure you know no actual good of me, and I you, but nobody thinks of that when attraction pulls.
What’s more, all these are not even close to the point. Far from it.
When I look at you…. what is it that I see?
When I look past your gentle manners, I become acutely aware.
I am aware that you are not familiar with the name Jesus Christ. Neither have you heard of His life, death and resurrection. You know not what His redemptive work means to you… and to me. No, you never are exposed to His Word too.
I understand that you are not to be blamed for having not heard about my Lord Jesus. And, I don’t fault you. Neither do I want to pressure you into calling my King your King.
I treasure honestly between you and I, hiding nothing.
Pray listen
about this condition of my heart….
It beats for His Kingdom; it jumps at His promise to gloriously return; it shatters when His name is used in vain.
And about my deepest desire….
I want to spend the rest of my life in His sanctuary, praising His name, studying His Word, and worshiping with His people.
I want my eyes to seek His glory, my ears to be attentive to His wisdom, my lips proclaiming His majesty.
There is no turning back.
His Kingdom is my kingdom.
His people my people.
Where He goes, there I want to be.
His life for mine,
I want to choose to follow Him;
His life for mine,
I want to choose to be joined to Him;
His life for mine,
I want to choose to store His words in me;
His life for mine,
I want to choose to love as He has loved me;
His life for mine,
I want to choose to pursue sanctification that displays Him;
His life for mine,
I want to choose to partake in His suffering;
His life for mine,
I want to choose to not quit, trusting all the way.
He is the reason I live;
I am the reason He died.
He gave me a new heart,
When I had but a worthless stone.
He redeemed me;
While I was yet helpless and filthy.
My heart is no longer mine to give.
My life is is no longer mine to keep.
Mine is for Him,
I. Choose. Him.



