Forgotten...

For as long as I can remember, I've prayed a prayer something like this:

"Oh, cover me with the shadow of Your wings... I want my self to be hidden. I want people to see You in me..."

A worthy prayer, it seems... Indeed, I still pray it. But lately I've been thinking, and I've changed the wording just a little bit...

I want nothing more than to come to the end of my day (every day), and have the assurance that someone, somewhere, loves Jesus more because I lived that day. When I have that assurance, no day is too dark to be worth living...

But there's only one way to accomplish that. Ask for His eyes, His heart, His love, His life...

Be His ambassador. Don't be afraid of sacrifice. Forget yourself...

Ahh! but see, there it is! Forget... Wouldn't you rather be a Christian who forgets himself completely in the presence of his God, rather than one who walks through life toting self all around town in a suitcase, hidden all nicely, but available in case of dire extremity? I sure would...

That's why I changed my prayer--

"Cover me with the shadow of Your wings... I want my self to be forgotten... "