What use is it to worry about your life? How can anyone expect perfection from such uselessness? Not that we should have low expectations. We should, in fact, have the highest expectations from our lives. But really, how do we expect to be great when we’re really not great? In the times of greatest trouble, why can we have joy when we’re dying, exhausted? Is the face of death something to be laughed at?
What about God? Have we forgotten Him? What use is a lump of clay sitting in the dirt if there is no one to form it? But even the most useless material will be made beautiful in the hands of a master. We have one such master. Such foolishness it is to say to the Master, “Thank you so much for your trouble in pulling me out of the scrap heap, I really appreciate it, but I think I’ll be going and doing my own thing now.” Wha-?!? That doesn’t even make the least bit of sense.
The reason we surrender everything to God is not what we lose, but what we ultimately gain. We have a potential that is only realized through His will. We have nothing to lose anyway. Sin is nothing in comparison to the glory and majesty of our Father God. But the reward for righteousness is everlasting life. That is why we give our whole lives, take up our crosses, die to selves. Let our prayer be like Jesus’ in the garden: “Not my will, but yours, be done.”
“But now, O LORD, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” –Isaiah 64:8