"I Surrender All." I really thought I sang...and meant it.
I had a little accident when brushing my teeth in Okinawa that took off a little enamel from one of my front teeth. No biggy, I could just have my dentist fix it when I got back to Iwatsuki. I'd always been a little happy with the smile I wore, even if I couldn't boast super bright brains or exceptional talent.
It turns out the practitioner worked on other completely unrelated teeth as well and it feels like I've had to pay for unattractive appearance--altho' he says there's nothing wrong with it. Until last month, my teeth were a small source of confidence too...
But this morning's messenger's question hit me between the eyes: "Have you really given everything to God, count all but rubbish for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ?" (Phil.3:8) I could almost audibly hear, "June, your teeth, smile, personal appearance. Have you given them to me too? Would you be willing to have buck teeth if I asked you to?"
Yikes. I thought I had given Him EVERYTHING. Until I realized I was resisting getting it yanked out of my hands. That meant I was grabbing onto them with everything I had!
Before I decided practically what to do in my dental work, I wanted to take some time today and really get a good look at my own heart--well, I asked God to look and tell me what to do. Boy, I didn't know it was like that.
Funny--I guess He did, from a long time ago. He was just waiting for a good time to let me see it.
