The Rich Young Man & Zacchaeus the Tax Collector

Yesterday i had 3 serious talks with 3 different people. All about different aspects of my life, what i have done, what im doing wrong in God's Eyes, how i am stumbling other people in their faith, about how weak i am spiritually. And come on, if that wasn't sign enough that God was telling me to get my life right with God... i dunno what is.

I pondered about these things yesterday and i was reminded by the rich young man in Matthew 19. He asked Jesus, i have kept your commandments, what more do i have to do to follow you. then Jesus replied "Sell all your possessions and give it to the poor and then follow me" but the young man couldnt do it. He treasured his wealth more and loss his chance to follow Jesus.

Then when i was on the bus today, i remembered Zacchaeus the wealthy tax collector that was ready to give up half his wealth for the poor and pay back 4 times anyone he has cheated.

And now i face a crossroad in my life, to be that rich young man that turned away at a chance, or to be like Zacchaeus and be obedient and strive for the prize that is in Christ Jesus. Not to take his mercies for granted but to act and make a decision.

And my answer can be found in my following prayer :

God your mercies overflow, your hands protect the weak yet are strong in justice. Lord lord i put my trust in you, let me not forget ure love for me, grant me peace in my heart. Whatever you say i obey, let me be sensitive to the holy spirit to help guide me along the way. I SURRENDER ALL. To you i will give up my lifestyle, my loved one and trust in you always for i know with man it is impossible but with God ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. praise your name Jesus, the name above every name. Amen

This will be my commitment from now on. Friends i give u all permission to intervene in my life if i seem to be straying away from what i said. I want to be transparent in my actions and to be accountable.

Buttprints

Butt Prints In The Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."

"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."

"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."

author unknown

Haha...honestly how many ppl have their buttprints in the sand!! if we do ... lets really rise up from our butts and start walking together with God =)