by jimwalton » Sun May 28, 2017 4:57 pm
“How do I give everything to the Lord? What does that look like?” It is both in prayer and in daily life. I remember several times, when i was desperately seeking God and feeling so empty, that I would lay on my face in prayer, and I imagined that God was in front of me. In my mind I would pray “I give my mind to you, every thought.” And then I would actually move my arms as if I were actually giving my thoughts to God. But I meant it. I didn’t want thoughts that weren’t pleasing to Him, and I wanted His thoughts to be my thoughts. Then I said, “I give you my heart—everything I feel, and all my attitudes.” Again I would move my arms and give it to Him. Then I said…
“I give you my schedule.”
“I give you my family.”
"I give you my loves.”
“I give you my problems.”
“I give you my worries.”
"I give you my successes in life.”
“I give you my time.”
“I give you my job."
“Everything I own is yours.”
“I give you my past.”
“I give you today.”
“I give you tomorrow."
“I give you my future.”
Whatever I could think of. I might have spent 30 minutes in prayer, giving it all to God. Everything I could bring to mind. I tried to cover my whole life, and my whole person. And I didn’t just do that once; I did it often, because I was serious. I wanted to belong to God, and I wanted Him in me. In ways it was a very cool experience—very meaningful.
Some people say that when you give something to God, he gives it back. I didn’t care if He gave it back. I wanted all these things to be His, whether He gave them back or not. I’ll admit there were sometimes, in my worst of days, I felt like i gave everything to God, he took it, and walked away with it all, leaving me like an empty shell. I was ANGRY. How does somebody who supposedly loves you do that to you? But I would give it anyway, and the next day do it again, despite my anger. You know what happened? It was WEIRD, but one day when I was praying, I had this thought that God took everything I gave Him and walked away, but as I laid there, feeling empty and used, Jesus walked up to me, unzipped my empty body like a body suit, and climbed inside me. (I told you it was weird.) But I got the point: I give all of myself to God, and He gives all of Himself to me. I didn’t get my stuff back, but I got what I wanted: Jesus in me.
But then it has to move into life, too. When I would be in places and ready to speak something, into my mind would pop, “Wait a minute, I gave my tongue to God. I gave my words to God. I’m not going to say that.” Or watch a certain movie, or turn a song off the radio, because I had given my ears to God. I treated people differently because I had even given my relationships to God. It was actually quite amazing to watch what God was doing in my because I gave myself to Him.
You see? I was praying, but I wasn’t asking for anything. In this case I was just giving myself to God, and then God started answering prayers I hadn’t even prayed! I could see Him at work in my life and at work around me. Things that would surprise me, but I’d see His hand in it. It’s hard to describe.
“So if I ask God what I need to change He’s gonna just tell me?” Yeah, that’s how it works. You read the Bible, and things pop out at you. You pray, and thoughts pop into your head. You’re going through your day, and you start to think things about God, and see His hand at work. What needs to change becomes clear in your mind, as well as the strength to do it. But then comes the hard part—actually making the change, not just once, but over and over until you have built a new way of thinking or acting.
“How long do I have to wait for Him to answer?” That depends. Sometimes it’s right away, as sometimes it has been for me. That time I told you about before.when I was really down, I had to wait 3 years, and its was agonizing. But the changes came. God rebuilt me the way He wanted me. I was learning things I had never learned before, so I kept praying harder and reading the Bible more. But it didn’t happen on my schedule, nor did it happen the way I wanted it to, thought it would happen, or when it would happen. Because, frankly, that’s just thinking about ME. And the point is, I wanted to fill my life with HIM. Focus on HIM. Live to please HIM. He could do whatever He wanted with me, because HE was what mattered. And when I focused on Him, not to get out of it what I wanted, but to get out of it whatever He wanted to make of it, that was a turning point for me.