My Colors

My son shared this with our family this Thanksgiving.

​I'm a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. 
The die has been cast.
I have stepped over the line. 
The decision has been made.
I'm a disciple of His and I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

​My past is redeemed.
My present makes sense.
My future is secure.
I'm done and finished with low-living, sight-walking, small planning,
smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking,
cheap living, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position,
promotions, plaudits, or popularity.
I don't have to be right, or first, or tops, or recognized, or praised, or rewarded.
I live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer,
and labor by Holy Spirit power.

My face is set.
My gait is fast.
My goal is heaven.
My road may be narrow, my way rough, my companions few, but my Guide is reliable and my mission is clear.

I will not be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away,
turned back, deluded or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice or hesitate in the presence of the adversary.
I will not negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won't give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus.
I must give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes.
And when He does come for His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me.
My colors are clear!

—Found among the papers of a young African pastor after he was martyred.

I can add no words to this declaration. I only wish I could be so dedicated.

 

I write about what matters...to you---
women, wives and moms---
about your family, faith and future.
I write about what's hard, what helps and what heals.
I show you how it's done. And not done.
I hold your hand as you find what matters to the Savior.
And let go of those things that mattered to you, but not to Him.
I write about what matters...to Him.
               Sonya Contreras