So I gave Him my life a long time ago.

I remember living in Africa last year.

It was a stretching point. Away from home, all that is familiar… waiting for Him to answer some questions I had. I remember calling out to Him this day and I remember so clearly hearing, ‘You gave me your life a long time ago”.

I sat there in the car and thought about the thousands of days that I had served Him, trusted Him, called out to Him. I thought about His faithfulness in my life, through my parents deaths, through the darkness of being lost, through the dark alleys of my mind (thank you Donna). It was endlesss the things that He had litereally held my hand through.

And then on that fine day of VOID He spoke to me of my life being given to Him a long time ago.

I had a quote on my wall during that season… it was around the same lines, “you gave me your life in the blessed season, you can’t take it away during the Cross”. Of course not! That wouldn’t make any sense and honestly it wouldn’t be quite fair for Him.

MY LIFE IS HIS.

So how do you get through those hard days, seasons, on and on?

I have a friend, Jack. He is a man that is steeped in wisdom. He is older and has a elequoent way of being simplistic. I remember him telling me, “Jesus’ cross was agony to His flesh…. BUT the Garden of Gethsemene, now that was agony of His soul”. By NO means am I in the same garden expierence as our Jesus but we will all be familiar with the scene at one point in our life, maybe several.

Like Jesus’ soul, ours too will ask, “have you forsaken me?” And of course we will have the choice to walk with our Cross or abandon the whole bit of idea.