the musings of this nigerian gal

I’m in my brother’s house, jet-lag (or in this case, bike-lag). I just want to zone out, so I pick up my novels and…away, I went. Until the Holy Spirit comes, insistent in his whispers, bringing to my attention somebody I knew. I try shrugging Him off, because…come on, Holy Spirit. I’m exhausted. Give me the reprieve of today. Please, let me play hooky.

It’s been a week since that day, when the Holy Spirit acquiesced to my will.

That little conversation got me thinking about what it means to offer our lives to God and to His people. The fact that once you lay your life down for the master’s use, you are a living sacrifice 24/7. No lunch breaks and definitely no vacations.

So I got asking the Lord “What about me? What about my needs and wants?”

And He replied with something so sweet. The very word that defines Christianity.

Trust.

When you come before the cross, you offer your broken self, meager as it is, to the Father. You offer yourself to become His responsibility. To bear His name.

Like a bride comes under the name of her groom, his protection, his wordly possessions upon her marriage to him. She is no longer living for herself. Her decisions no longer affects just her. In comes children and the circle gets wider. Yet, through it all she has to trust the captain of the ship — her husband — that everything this man would do, everyplace this man would steer this family-ship towards will be done with one goal in mind: making her and her children happy and settled.

God loves us. He has pledged Himself to us. And often He calls us to trust Him as He calls us into the waters of servitude. To trust that He will look after us.

The heart of service is sponsored by a heart that is at rest trusting God.