For the worthy Lamb.

I've never truly blogged. Never seen the point in posting my thoughts for others to see and I've never wanted to be someone who got on here and spoke empty words. But that’s not what this blog will be used for. If it doesn't glorify God it won't go here. You who read this remind me of that.

I just got back from a youth conference called Desperation. Last night they gave us these rings that say "For the Lamb." It comes from a quote spoken by two young men who were apart of the Moravian movement. They sold themselves into slavery so that they could share the gospel because that was the only way they could get into this certain country. People tried to discourage them from going. They told them that they shouldn't go. That they had too much life left in them. These young men were 19 or 20, but they had a purpose, they knew their identity. As they were leaving the shore of the only place they'd ever known, their last words were, "May the Lamb who was slain receive the reward of His suffering." This story messed me up. It had been shared last year and it had stuck in my mind. But last night, last night it got branded on my heart. We talked about purpose and identity a lot these last few days. This placed a purpose on my heart and it also gave me a challenge. Is my life being lived in such a way that it can be seen as a reward to the Lamb? . . . The rings they gave us are to be a challenge and a reminder that we are choosing to give our lives up, we are signing up to spend ourselves for God. We are saying, we are no longer our own. This declaration weighs heavy on my heart. It’s not something I am taking lightly and I pray that no one else took it lightly either. I’m posting this right now and asking that whoever reads this would lift us up in prayer. Pray that this will become our anthem, pray that we will be courageous, that we will devote ourselves wholeheartedly to prayer, that we would spend ourselves for God, that we will forego comfort and live dangerously for God.