Following….The Only One That Matters

Hours.  Leaving.  Far away from…..the world I once put on a pedestal.

And I see…

God has been preparing me….

For this season.  This day.

Long ago.

Begging…“Lord, let me be……used by you.”

And with weeping.  Pleading. Thinking all hope of being used…..

Had already passed.

Here I am.  Waiting.  To fly……to China.

Holding out…..barren hands….like wings of willingness.

And widowed one. Two mites.  I read.

Knowing my call is not to “do” or “be” or even reign so others can esteem….

Anything I have done. 

.….But so that He….The Magnificent One….the Redeeming One….the Glorious One…..can be seen.

And I…..simply reach in my pocket……and give the little I have.

Which is nothing.  Really.

Like the widow.

Without restraint.

…..My nothingness……to Him.

Remembering who I was…..before His joy……

When I was unable to stand without condemnation and shame.

Me.  Alabaster one.  Desperately pleading.

All. Accumulated.  Now, poured at His feet. 

Laying down before Him.  Broken.  Poured lowly…..

Him lifted high.  So by all men…..He can be seen..

And me….simply honoring….

This great call, “To Go”.

Following my Savior.  Today.  Now.  This moment…..

Half way across the world.