Once I finally died to myself and my own desires and came alive to Him, it is my constant prayer to allow HIM to fill me so, it is only my skin that covers HIM in my vessel.
All of You It takes all of Him in a vessel to reach the lost and dying men, a tool in His hand that is none of me will be able to speak of their sin. For we all know the heart of a man and how wicked it can be, because of the wickedness in humanity it has caused God’s only Son to be nailed to Calvary’s tree. So, we have to conclude there is nothing good in man, this is why His Spirit came to abide within and to carry out His redemptive plan. Why then do we struggle each day of our life, wanting to do His will more than our own desires that causes us with His Spirit to strive. It is clearly a matter of choosing what is absolutely best, and knowing that the Father’s plan is more beautiful than mine can only give me the rest. Now everyday My Father, I cry come and fill and hide this imperfect man, so that other’s can see Your glorious face and reach for and accept Your redemption plan. Written by: Marilyn Jennings
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