I cannot be moved when I go un-liked… trusting I am NEVER un-loved.
When I begin to find self-worth in what others think of me, when my decisions begin to be shaped by the desire to be liked, and I allow the opinions of others to order my steps, then I have voluntarily placed a yoke that others, including the enemy, can use to steer me.
Now am I trying to win the favor of men, or of God?
Do I seek to please men or women?
If I were still seeking popularity with men or women,
I should not be a bond-servant of Christ.
bondservant |ˈbändˌsərvənt|
- one who gives himself up to God’s will and whose service is used by Christ in extending and advancing His Kingdom among men
- devoted to Christ to the disregard of one’s own interests
It means a complete and utter devotion to God, His word, and His will. A slave to Christ is what I want to be.
“Don’t let others define your worth!”
He, The Spirit who leads me into all the truth, reminds me strong. Why does He speak so strongly and so adamantly?
Because, He proved my value when He showed me I was worth dying for,
when He used a cross to express to me I am NEVER un-loved.
He suffered the indescribable…
He was despised and rejected
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
Yet it was our weaknesses He carried;
it was our sorrows that weighed Him down.
But He was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
All of us, like sheep, have strayed away.
We have left God’s paths to follow our own.
Yet the LORD laid on Him the sins of us all.
He was oppressed and treated harshly, yet He never said a word.
He had done no wrong and had never deceived anyone.
He could have called on 10 thousand legions of angels to rescue Him. Him, through which all things were made. At the mercy of His creation He remained to suffer a criminals death. In the garden, as all man and all God, in agony of His impending future, as blood droplets sweated from His skin He wears walking the dust of the earth in exchange for glory in heaven’s streets of gold, He pleads,
“Can this cup pass from me?”
Yet resolute, He declares to His Father,
“Nevertheless, Your will be done.”
And I let this testament of His unfailing Love and validation of my worth to Him become as naught as I seek for the approval of others.
No, I will not let it be so. I reject this yoke once again.
I stand firm, and un-liked at times, in this place
to boldly declare the works of my God.
I passionately express my devotion to Him,
keeping my eyes fixed on the One I follow
down this straight and narrow.
Not looking to the left or the right.
Unabashedly living to please
the One I surrender everything to.
The one Who gave His everything for me.
And even this, I can do only by His grace.
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