See Him upon the cross. He’d given all He had to give. And now He was giving His body, His life. His all.
There was nothing left in Christ, that did not give.
And, as I look at my heart. And think of its insufficiency.
And His all-sufficiency.
I want that. I want to give all that I have. Until there’s not one drop of my blood left in my body, not one thought of mine left in my mind, not one action of my own.
I want Christ. Not me.
Even if self has to die like that to attain it.
But only He can lead me down that road. After all, He’s been down it before…