my life is His

Today at church we had the Lord's Supper. It was quite the emotional time for me. As is customary for me I confessed any sin that I had yet to confess. Today I asked for forgiveness for my part in the incident that occurred Wednesday night.

After taking my bread chip, I began to pray as others were served. I remembered that it represents the body of Christ which was broken. He submitted to death for me, but His power and strength were able to overcome death. Remembering His sacrifice and submission I want to more fully submit to Him. I know what I desire, but it is still scary to imagine what God can do with my surrendered life. But when I remembered Jesus's strength to overcome death and that His strength lives with in me I can submit to Him fully. Also, He will be beside me the entire way, holding my hand. He will never push me further than He knows I can handle. Will he push hard, sometimes, as I will need to be stretched in order to reach my potential.

The thought of the love and care He shows me brought a smile to my face though I had tears clinging to my eyelashes.

Then I took the cup, again, I prayed. I remembered that this represents the blood of Christ, shed for me so that my sins may be washed away and I will shine whiter than snow. Through His blood, I become His radiant bride  - pure and unblemished in His eyes.  My life is Yours, Lord. It is Yours, Jesus. I am Yours, Master

With this thought a single tear dropped from one of my closed eyes and then one from the other eye. As these two tears slowly rolled down my cheek I smiled brightly as I pledged that I am His.

I am completely and totally Yours, Master.