HE RAISED ME UP!
No, it wasn’t me pulling myself up by my own bootstraps. I didn’t just turn over a new leaf or make some New Year’s resolutions. I surrendered. I surrendered ALL. That’s what did it. It is only when we fall at His feet, prostate before Him that He is able to raise us up – to more than we thought we could be.
I realized the brevity of life. My parents had died. Two of my brothers had died. I knew that time was running out. It was then I began visiting cemetery after cemetery, and the Spirit of God spoke to my mind and heart, “Donald, this is your long home. This is where you, too, will be someday.”
I have no regrets. My past has been blotted out by the blood of our Savior. My future is assured by my Lord. He has raised me up. Now, regardless of where I am physically, I am standing on a mountain. Now, regardless of where my path might lead, I am walking on the waters.
I am what I am, and what I am is a redeemed, blood washed son of the Living God. I await my change, the transformation that will come at my resurrection when I will be raised incorruptible, immortal, resplendent and radiant in glory, obtaining that for which I was intended before the foundation of this earth was ever laid.
So, do I envy anyone. No, none, not at all. And I am grateful beyond words to express. I doubt that eternity will suffice for me to show my gratitude. And on Memorial Day I will remember most of all the One who died for ME.
Christ’s Aged Servant (Galatians 1:10-12),
Donald Wiley