The story is told of a man who dreamed that a man of wondrous beauty and noble bearing approached him. He exuded friendliness, goodness and purity. With admiration and envy, he asked who the stranger was and the answer came:
“This is the man God intended you to be, but you refused”
It was, of course, only a dream, but it holds a valid question.
Are we “the person God intended us to be” or are we refusing to allow Him to mould us into that person?
God has a plan and purpose for our lives, but do we cooperate with Him and allow Him to fulfil that purpose?
What is God’s purpose?
Till we all come . . . to a perfect man,
to the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ
(or as the Amplified Bible puts it)
to really mature manhood, the completeness of personality which is NOTHING LESS
THAN THE STANDARD HEIGHT OF CHRIST’S OWN PERFECTION.
* CHRISTLIKENESS! *
What would happen if we said – and truly meant:
“Lord, work Your perfect will in me”?
What holds us back? Are we afraid of the change?
Are we afraid of having to give things up;
afraid of losing our self-indulgence;
afraid of having our comfort zone disturbed?
Is there any way we could be the loser? Certainly not!
God wants only the very best for us. We CANNOT lose!
Let us consider the words of David as recorded in Psalm 139:23-24 Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my thoughts; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
I wonder if David was thinking back to the time when he was brought before Samuel and was anointed by him. I wonder if he was remembering the words spoken by the Lord to Samuel about the person he should anoint: “The Lord sees not as man sees; for man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart” 1 Samuel 16:7
As the Lord looks on our heart today, I wonder what He sees?
Do we dare to pray . . .
SEARCH me . . .
KNOW me . . .
TRY me . . .
LEAD me . . .
I want to be the person YOU want me to be.
Martha Snell Nicholson expressed it well in her poem “His Plan For Me”
When I stand at the judgement seat of Christ
And He shows me His plan for me:
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way. And I see
How I blocked Him here, and checked Him there,
And I would not yield my will . . .
Will there be grief in my Saviour’s eyes,
Grief, though He loves me still?
He would have me rich, and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing
Down the paths I cannot retrace.
The my desolate heart will well-nigh break
With the tears that I cannot shed.
I shall cover my face with my empty hands;
I shall bow my uncrowned head.
LORD OF THE YEARS THAT ARE LEFT TO ME,
I GIVE THEM TO THY HAND.
TAKE ME AND BREAK ME, AND MOULD ME
TO THE PATTERN THOUGH HAST PLANNED!
A word from Mr Anon:
When you turn your back on God’s will, you are facing the devil.