[picapp src=”0/5/0/a/CloseUp_of_the_8e5f.jpg?adImageId=5800610&imageId=5282518″ width=”234″ height=”321″ /] Last night I had the joy of being with family for a concert at Main Street. One of the artists who shared their talent from God was Todd Agnew. He not only played and sang, but also shared from God’s Word. The experience still bears weight the next day. My first thoughts this morning were directly related to last night. For instance Todd sang a medley of new and “old” lyrics. One portion was from Fanny Crosby’s hymn, “Blessed Assurance.”

Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest: Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love. This is my story, this is my song…

Perfect submission. Really? No. Like so many other “hymnotic” rhymes which have escaped my lips, this “story” is at best only partially true. I long for it to be so, to be fully, completely, unreservedly true. Simply considering the idea, to be perfect—fully mature—in my submission to the Lord and Savior of my soul, causes the Spirit within to groan with yearning.

But He gives a greater grace. Therefore it says, “God is opposed to the proud, but gives grace to the humble.” Submit therefore to God… (James 4:6-7, NASB95)

What truth there is in my life is wrapped around submission to Jesus who rescued me from the wretched condition I was once in as lord of my own life. This is my story, will I stick to it?