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My Life is Not My Own

by | Oct 18, 2014 | Compassion, New Life

If God does not shove you, you may not start walking. Stagnancy is the worst detriment to delaying one’s purpose in life. Have you ever considered that we are not born just to be self sufficient, self absorbed or selfish? Our lives on earth are more for others than it is for us.

When Jesus walked the earth, His life was to typify the life we should be living. Yes sure He had all His needs met because not once do I remember reading that Jesus prayed for a donkey to ride or clothes to wear or food for Himself.  It always led Him to be praying for others and for God to heal someone else or meet with someone else’s need.

I know what you thinking. Why should I be so concerned about others when others don’t concern themselves with me.  A full life is a life of servitude. No amount of money will buy a genuine smile on someone’s face or feel the warmth of giving a comforting hug.

No greater joy is derived than from knowing that you were about your Father’s business. Treasures are never measured by the hoarding of material goods but by leaving a legacy of good deposits into lives that moth and rust would not be able to destroy. We will never see the full extent of making Godly deposits into lives but one day when we stand before the Lord, He will disclose the harvest to us.

Things take a higher value in this world at present than life itself. We need to be a preserving generation carrying out a preserving anointing to preserve life and people for God’s kingdom rather than preserving things.

Human life is so precious to God that His Son came to die on Calvary so that we may live. Down the line people may never remember what you bought them but rather how you made them feel. Memory banks are not safety deposit boxes but rather albums of events.

We have one life lets live it for God’s glory by helping the wounded, broken hearted, lost and lonely. My life is not my own, I am just passing through.

O Lord, let me be a shoulder to the burdened and a lamp to the lost.

by Hazel Moodley