Last night I prayed a scary prayer: Lord, empty me of myself.
I’ve seen this past week that the beginning of the new year has given me a chance to refocus. I have felt for a while now that I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell, spiritually speaking; but with this new beginning has come new mercies (“It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23 KJV) and renewed desire: desire to be in the Word, desire to pray, and desire to grow.
As I have been spending more time in the Word and in prayer–and even doing a good deed here and there–I have recognized in myself a dangerous attitude of pride creeping up. Do you know the feeling? I stayed up late to read my Bible and pray instead of going to bed. I’m feeling pretty good about myself…. I really helped that person out. Now others are going to think pretty highly of me…. Pretty ugly thoughts, huh?!
So, last night I said to God, “God, this is a scary thing to pray, but… empty me of myself.” And then He brought an old song to my mind.
It’s all about You, Jesus.
And all this is for You, for Your glory and Your fame.
It’s not about me….