“Take my heart. Â I lay it down at the feet of You who’s crowned.
Take me life, I’m letting go. Â I lift it up to you who’s throned.
And I will worship You Lord, only You Lord. Â And I will bow down for You, only You Lord.
Take my fret, take my fear, all I have I’m kneeling here. Â Be all my hopes, be all my dreams, your all my delight, my everything.
And I will worship You Lord, only You Lord. Â And I will bow down for You, only You Lord. ” -David Crowder Band
I have been searching my heart this week. Â The Father is gently bringing my attitude into His crucible of refining fire. Â It started with a conversation I had with a dear friend about our identity in Christ. Â As she poured out her heart to me, she said something that struck such a chord in my spirit, that it left me with goosebumps.
“I want Christ to be my whole identity. Â Not what I do or where I live. Â I want HIM to be who I am.”
Later in the week I read a convicting article titled “The White-Savior Industrial Complex” written by Teju Cole, who is an African that immigrated to America. Â Mr. Cole’s words shocked me both because they are true (sometimes even true of me) and they describe something so ugly.
“One song we hear too often is the one in which Africa serves as a backdrop for white fantasies of conquest and heroism. From the colonial project to Out of Africa to The Constant Gardener and Kony 2012, Africa has provided a space onto which white egos can conveniently be projected. It is a liberated space in which the usual rules do not apply: a nobody from America or Europe can go to Africa and become a godlike savior or, at the very least, have his or her emotional needs satisfied. Many have done it under the banner of “making a difference.” > ÂThis is a tricky balance for me, and I think it is for most people who consider “ministry” their full time profession.  We are here to serve.  We want to make a difference in the lives of women and children here.  We focus on this every day.  My prayers are centered on it, my thought life, my time and energy.  Somehow, however, I have to draw a line in my heart.  Because really, it is not I who am actually to do the ministry, it is actually Christ.  It is not the people here who I actually serve, it is Christ.
I know that I am here because He called me. Â May I serve Him in humility and without the ugly side of ego that wants to take the glory, the credit, for myself. Â Instead of wanting others to acclaim me, may others see Him at work in me and acclaim Him. Â May His name be lifted high.
And then I got this note from a childhood friend…
“Hey Hope! I was thinking and praying for you guys last night. I just thought I’d write and try to spread some encouragement to you. THANK YOU for choosing to serve the Lord with your life, dreams, time, energy, finances, family & your everything. I’m sure there are many places that you’d rather be if it were up to your flesh, like being with your family or your friends back home. I’m sure some days are just really tough. I’m sure some days you wonder if you’re on the right path. I’m sure some days you think about how much easier it would be if you just chose a life like everyone else. I wanted to thank you for saying NO to all the other things that try to distract you from the most important things. Thank you for allowing God to burden your heart for the lost, so much that you would travel to a foreign land just to see God’s name be glorified and souls come to know His blood. YES, it is worth it. There is nothing else in life more worth it. Thank you for going for the kingdom of God, for shining a light in the midst of darkness. Just your presence alone there changes things, even if you never were to open your mouth. Stand strong, my sister. Keep the faith and press on! Every bit counts. Every prayer, every gaze to heaven, every smile you give. It all counts. What you carry within your very being has the power to raise the dead. And stronger is He that is in you than he who is in the world.”His love leaves me speechless. Â I am standing in a room alone with Him. Â It’s just Him and me.
You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. Â You know when I sit and when I rise’ you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out an my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Â Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. Â You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Â Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
Search me, Oh God, and know my heart. Test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.