"For my own part, I have never ceased to rejoice that God has appointed me to such an office. People talk of the sacrifice I have made in spending so much of my life in Africa. . . . Is that a sacrifice which brings its own blest reward in healthful activity, the consciousness of doing good, peace of mind, and a bright hope of a glorious destiny hereafter? Away with the word in such a view, and with such a thought! It is emphatically no sacrifice. Say rather it is a privilege. Anxiety, sickness, suffering, or danger, now and then, with a foregoing of the common conveniences and charities of this life, may make us pause, and cause the spirit to waver, and the soul to sink; but let this only be for a moment. All these are nothing when compared with the glory which shall be revealed in and for us. I never made a sacrifice.I use to hate to read when I was in school, probably because the books where boring, and it was hard because of learning issues that we weren’t really aware of.
(What David Livingstone said to the Cambridge students about his “leaving” the benefits of England.)
Now, I LOVE to read, and my favorite literary loves are biographies! I was reminded of one of my best-loved - A CHANCE TO DIE, The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael, by Elisabeth Elliot.
These last few months have again shown me that the only Rock that I want to build on is Jesus.
Here is a quote taken from A Chance To Die;
“God had promised to supply all needs. On that word, not on the sands of self-confidence, she built her house. Given the forces that battered her frailty she would have scorned any attempt to find an explanation for her strength apart from the foundation on which it rested - a Rock that never budged.”
As I awaken to this new day, new week, new month, I realize that I must confess to the LORD any attempts to stand on my own strength, to boast in my abilities, or to feel in any way that I have suffered. If I have suffered, it is because I have had my eyes on “me” instead of on Him. I am seeing that I was building on the sands of Pride and I am grateful for the storms that have come along to tear it down. In my heart, I repent, and I want to “Seek the LORD and His strength; seeking His presence continually.” (Ps. 104:4).
I want to be able to say that I never made a sacrifice, but I DID LIVE for Him!