Living a Life of Dedication by Heather Gray

A hundred thousand years ago, back when I first accepted Christ, I didn’t have any sort of inkling about what it meant to dedicate my life.

I was a kid, after all. What did I know?wedding-322034_1920

Then I grew up, got married, and had children.

There’s something about committing to live the rest of your life — till death do you part — with another person that helps you understand dedication. Not to mention that day you hold a screaming bundle of beautiful baby in your arms and realize you would die to protect that little person. Then day in and day out, you feed, change diapers, bathe, nurse, and teach that child. Now, that’s dedication.

What, though, does that same dedication look like when we apply it to God?

Hm. I’d love to give you a blanket answer, but the truth is, I think God asks something different of each of us. Not because God is different, not because He changes…but because you and I are different and because we change.

As a relatively young mother, when I reached a point where I decided that “being saved” wasn’t quite enough for me, I dedicated my life to living for God. What that looked like then was very different than what it looks like now. It meant teaching my children about Jesus, setting a godly example in my own home, making sure we were faithful in church, and honoring God in how we lived our lives — from parenting to marriage to finances.

I’ve grown a lot in the intervening years. Thirteen of them, more or less. During that time, I’ve loved deeply, and I’ve lost painfully. I’ve seen God do wonderful and miraculous things, and I’ve been on the receiving end of a “No” that I don’t expect to fully understand until I get to heaven. I’ve learned to trust Him in the daylight and when I’m blinded by the darkness of night.

holding-hands-858005_1920Today, when I think of the word dedication in relation to God, it paints an entirely different picture on the landscape of my mind than it once did. Now, it means understanding the immeasurable mercy He’s shown me and loving Him enough to share that mercy with others. It means studying the life of Christ so that I can be more like Him, serving my fellow man, and doing it all with joy. It means accepting that that bad comes with the good and knowing that the life we live here on this earth is a tiny miniscule snapshot of who we are and what our eternity will look like. It means laying it all down for God, holding nothing back from Him, and letting Him invade every single part of my life, heart, and mind.

And I imagine that in another thirteen years, I’ll have an entirely different explanation for what dedication to God looks like. Because as much as I feel like I’m in a good place with God right now, I don’t want to stay here. I want to keep growing closer to Him every single day for the rest of my life. I want to live a life dedicated to Him.

What about you? What does dedication to God look like in your life? How has that changed over the years?

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5 thoughts on “Living a Life of Dedication by Heather Gray

  1. I was 9-years-old, summer of 1968, Dad was on his first tour of Vietnam, it was VBS at Aaron Lakes Baptist, the theme was creatures in the Bible, ie. lion, lamb, ant, and I accepted Christ as my personal savior. I met a Christian man who was raised like I was, we married and had children. We have watched our children accept Christ. Now it is watching our grandchildren accept Christ.

    I hope I never lose that emotional bond when I see a soul come to Christ. I get emotional when I see them follow Christ in baptism. I wish I was a better witness. Sometimes it is not going out and soul winning door to door, it is how we lead our everyday life that other people see. We may be the only Bible people see. I will never be perfect, just a poor lost sinner saved by grace.

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    • Thank you for stopping by Kathy! I firmly believe that there is a time in our lives when our children are our most important mission field. As our lives go through seasons, though, so do the ways we approach God and the places in which we can represent Him. You probably touch more people in your day-to-day life than you realize. Hugs!

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  2. I was 12 when I was saved. It was one of the times when my momma actually went to church. I remember that the night I was baptized, my Daddy showed up with 12 red roses and the card read “One rose for each disciple. I love you, Daddy.” I still have that card. I rededicated myself at the age of 15 while I was in foster care.
    I married, we fought, we separated and then divorced. I KNEW the Bible but never actually sat down and read it much. Today, I’m a mom and a wife and I love my life. The biggest change is that I spend time with God and I read the Bible almost daily (unless my son wears me completely out and I fall asleep with the Bible open on my lap).
    For me, dedication means keeping on when everything in me screams I should just quit. When old wounds open up suddenly and I get so angry I can hardly breathe, pray. When my heart is broken and I feel like even God has let me down, pray. When things are amazing and I feel like I don’t really NEED to pray, PRAY.

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