When you get to the place of desperation to give up everything that you think, know, believe and cherish, just for a glimpse of the love of Jesus, then you understand being a living sacrifice. Romans 12:11. When that freedom of letting go washes over you and floods your once sinful soul with joy and liberty from self, then you realize that sacrificing all for Jesus, the one who sacrificed His life for mine, is the greatest honor and blessing of all.
Its not a religion, it’s not a person or a spiritual leader or a church, it’s the personal, intimate, love relationship between the God of all creation and me. It’s a dance, a perfect movement together as one heart. It’s a realization that He is only looking at me, I’m the only one He is enthralled with at this very moment in time. Knowing, just knowing. It takes my breath away.