“Dying to self”
She heard these words
many times
Without realizing the significance
of dying to self daily
in the life of a Christian
Then Father took her on a
journey of dying to self
in ways she never could
have imagined
Dying daily sounds doable
Till Father asks you to die
in the presence of your enemies
Or when Father ask you to
die when facing your greatest battles
Or when you are at the end of yourself and your pain pleads with you to operate in the flesh
And Father asks you to lay it
all down
Papa had to wait patiently
for her to grasp the sacredness
of this decision
He wanted all of her
Not partial obedience
Or when it suits her
Everyday she had to lay
it all down
Everything she held dear
she was to release
Every heartache, every battle, every challenge
No questions asked
Obedience in its highest form
Nothing less
This was unknown territory
to her
She was always in control
A perfectionist hiding
behind pride
Instead of dealing with her
hurt and pain
Could she really hand
everything over?
Every humiliation?
Every person who had
hurt her?
Every issue she hid away
for too long?
Watch how everything she
so carefully built up
come tumbling down
Her way of doing things
go up in ashes
Before her eyes?
Why her? She wondered
Till the scalpel went deep and revealed her wounded heart
She was tested in every
area of her life
Holy Spirit was her guide
As she became less and
Father God more
The more she died to self
Father could take His rightful
place in her restored life
Daily she had to let go of
her pride, her plans, her
issues, her ego
Till she was ready to be
put on show
Nothing is more important
then to glorify Jesus with
our laid down lives
Gone are the days we
wanted to impress people
Gone are the days we lived
for people’s applause
Gone are the days when we
were building our own kingdoms
We’re here to honour our Father with our laid down lives
We present our bodies a living sacrifice, holy, pleasing to our Father
His fragrance now lingers everywhere we tread
When we open our mouths we waste our every breath in honouring our King, because we are dead!
~ Ebigale Wilson
We Are Dead
The Journey
