living sacrifice

Why don’t you guess how God rescued me from this situation?

I hope that God will not give up on me. I think His salvation should be to save me from the suffering of work, so that I can restore my normal working hours, return my easy work, and let me go back to the church, so that I can be with you. Others are connected so that they can have time to serve Him.

Or do you have any other ideas?Why don't you pause for a second and take a guess.This is very interesting.If anyone still thinks that this article is a fabrication, then use your wisdom to challenge the wisdom of God.

My spiritual condition is so bad, so the Lord Jesus specially approved a "prescription" for me. Now it seems that the good medicine is really bitter.

One day, the company informed me that I would be helping a colleague on the night shift the next day.

That week, it was the peak of the news director's duty, and I just received the news on the weekend that I would help the leader to cover the shift.At that time, I was devastated when I heard that the proofreading side actually wanted me to work the night shift.

The evening class of proofreading starts at [-]:[-] p.m., but the end time is not necessarily the same, it depends on the cooperation of the whole group.

If it is early, it will be around zero o'clock the next day, and if it is late, it will be one or two o'clock the next day.This is an overnight shift, and if you do such intense mental work in the middle of the night, you usually won't be able to fall asleep when you go home.

I was proofreading in a day shift, and at ten o'clock in the evening, I started to doze off, and my mental and physical strength was exhausted. If I was asked to read every word carefully, I couldn't do it.

During that whole day, I felt that I was completely captured by the enemy. I was overwhelmed with all kinds of chores and business, and left a lot of unresolved pressure.

When I went home, I rode my bicycle under the street lights, thinking of the stressful night shift the next night, I was extremely wronged.

I was riding and crying, "God, why on earth didn't you help me? What did I do wrong? Why did you disappear? Please tell me why, I just want to know why? Why!"

I wasn't sure if the Lord would reply to me because he had been silent for months and I had no reason to think he would speak to me.

I prayed, vented my emotions, and then got home feeling better and going about my life as usual.

The next day I took a day off during the day and wanted to catch up on a good night's sleep, but my biological clock was too punctual, and I couldn't fall asleep until [-] o'clock, and my heart was extremely stressed.

I myself prayed at home, "Lord, I commit the whole crew into your hands, please help me. I declare your victory in your name!"

On the surface, this kind of prayer seems to have faith, but in fact it has no faith at all.I was so vain inside, I was afraid that it would be late tonight, and tomorrow would be a special day. I was very afraid that something would not be reviewed, which would cause a major publishing accident.

At that time, the pressure in my heart was really great. I couldn't do anything, let alone read the scriptures, so I could only look through old books at home and organize things.

While tidying up the bookshelves at home, pull out a piece of paper.

I don't even remember when this piece of paper was put here.Judging from the handwriting, it should be written in junior high school.But why did I write such a thing in junior high school?Where should I copy it, but how could I copy it?

When I was the most confused, the most painful, and the most depressed, I found this piece of paper. It may have been written when I was in junior high school, but God let me find it now.

When I was in junior high school, I actually provided help to me after graduating from college at the most critical time.

Looking at this piece of paper, my eyes slowly became moist.

"(Title) When God Has Your Back

A man had a dream in which he was walking on the beach with God.Scenes from life flashed across the sky, and he noticed that each scene had two sets of footprints—one for him and one for God.When the last set of scenes disappeared, he looked back and found that when his life was at its lowest point, there was only one set of footprints in these places.He asked God: "God, you once said that you would walk with me, but why did you abandon me when I needed you most?" ’ God replied: ‘Son, when you were tested, you saw only one set of footprints, those were left when I carried you on my back. '

Therefore, never get discouraged when encountering difficulties.Because in your most difficult and difficult times, God has carried you up. "

It was the darkest time of my life, the time when I faced the biggest dilemma after being saved, the time when I just finished praying "Lord, why don't you help me", and the time when the Lord didn't say anything to me for half a year , and then the Lord gave me this story to explain why He "did not help me" at such a critical moment.

This piece of paper that traveled through time and space was not placed there by accident.

The Lord has been preparing for me for countless years. On such an occasion, before such a specific event, He let me find the Easter egg He had buried for me.

I seem to be back at the Boya Ferry, when Jacob is about to face his brother, it must be one of the most critical moments in Jacob's life.Before that meeting, God enlightened him and showed him the vision of the two kings and soldiers.As for me, what I got was not a vision, but a piece of paper, but the content written on this paper was enough to meet my needs.

I was crying and happy at the same time, and at the same time there was tension and pain in my heart. At such moments, I am afraid that a person will not experience much in his life.

When my faith was suffering and I was about to lose my faith in God, He revealed Himself to me at this time.With this half-palm-sized piece of paper, I turned my whole body upside down.

I know that I have already received God’s response, but my own approach has not changed. I am exactly the same as Jacob, and I have also begun to prepare my own.

I didn’t immediately believe that God was with me just because God gave me this reply. I was still busy making my own plans and plans.

With a slightly happier mood than before, I prayed earnestly to the Lord: "Lord, I know that you have given me this job, and I am basically sure now. So, can you please let me go home early?" I entrust my work in your hands, and I also entrust the work of my whole group of people, their thoughts and ideas, completely in your holy hands, please help us, let us finish it sooner rest."

I really hoped that the Lord would grant my request, but I also thought that it was not that I commanded the Lord, but that I should obey the Lord.I wanted to obey, but I couldn’t do it. I hoped in my heart that the Lord would answer me according to what I prayed, so hello, hello, hello everyone.

But at the same time, I blamed myself for being rebellious. I really just refused to obey. I really had no choice!

Thinking of my unknown fate, the kind of anxious heart can not be described in words, and the whole day is very dull.

At six o'clock I went to the tiresome night shift with a heavy heart.

From 06:30 to the beginning of the company, I have been proofreading, because the new media kept sending me manuscripts, and this time I added a lot of poster content and atlases.

From 07:30 to [-] o'clock, the work suddenly disappeared.

At nine o'clock, I kept looking at my watch and brushing up the manuscripts in the backstage. No reporter submitted a manuscript, and I was extremely impatient.

This is an unusual thing, because I usually do proofreading in the evening shift. Usually, there will be the first manuscript at eight o'clock, and there will be an interval of one or two hours in between. By ninety o'clock, a large number of manuscripts will appear at the same time.Then I can get off work around twelve o'clock.

But this day is very unusual.

At ten o'clock sharp, still no one submitted the manuscript.

I sat there full of anxiety.I thought to myself are these people crazy?It's ten o'clock!

The editor is also urging: "Why is it still not good? Why is it so slow today? What are you doing?"

At 10:30, I was going crazy, and finally there were bits and pieces of manuscripts coming out, like squeezing toothpaste, 900 words, 200 words... I complained in my heart that these reporters are slow like snails, they have already completed the interviews, and wrote It's just a manuscript, so why is it so slow?

I keep praying to calm my emotions. If I was the former me, I might have to flip the table. For me, 200 words is a matter of a few minutes. As for writing for so long?

But the more I prayed, the clearer it became that the Lord did it on purpose today, and He was determined not to do things according to my will.

When I understood this matter through prayer, my anger came up again at this moment.But against whom am I angry?Opposite me is God who created the world!

I don't know how long I wrestled with God, but at the last moment, I chose to obey.

My heart was in agony, but I said to my heavenly Father according to the Lord Jesus' prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane: "Lord, do what you want, not what I will."

I chose to obey, and to obey means to let go of my own opinions, and no matter what God does, I believe it is the best.Such obedience is really not easy!

But in this struggle, I finally chose to obey.So far I am really thankful to God!Because the first few hours were all useless, only the moment of obedience, everything was turned upside down in the hands of God.

At eleven o'clock, I choose to obey God.

At eleven o'clock, suddenly three editors stood in front of me at the same time, throwing six A3 papers in front of me.Here comes my work.

At this time, my sanity was already in a trance, and I could see things a little blurry.

The strange thing was that my heart, which was not willing to obey and only wanted to go well, suddenly became quiet at this moment.

I thought to myself: Lord, I really don't have the strength to pray, but please increase my strength, please help me, because if you don't help me, I won't be able to hold on any longer.Tomorrow's page is very important, please don't let me make mistakes.I submit, may your will be done.

In fact, the proofreading period was not smooth. I kept revising and reprinting. I decided not to be angry, because today was arranged by the Lord.

I know my sex is useless, so I have nothing to rely on but the Lord.By praying, I overcame the dissatisfaction, anger, and anxiety in my heart, and finally ushered in joy and stability.

Because the layout was important, another review session was added that day. As a result, when I finally left, it was 01:30 in the morning, almost an hour and a half later than usual.

But that night was really special, and my heart was filled with joy.

When I leave the office, when I ride on the road, my legs are gone and my body is weak, but my heart is silently singing hymns.

It's not that I force myself to sing, or to express anything, no.Those joys are born from the heart, and the source is from God.

A person who works very hard, is wet all over, and is so sluggish that he can hardly even ride a car, yet he feels joy in his heart.I have never had such an experience.

Have you ever seen the streets of City S at two o'clock in the morning?

Some takeaways are still busy delivering orders and running red lights, and there are many vehicles.

I prayed for these people, asking the Lord to have mercy on these people who are running around for their families, and they need the Lord's help even more.

After this unusual night, I felt something was different inside of me.

Like an olive being squeezed like hell until some olive oil finally squeezes out of it.

I used to think that corporate matters and spiritual matters were in conflict. Although I know that God is full of everything in knowledge, in terms of experience, I always feel that serving in the church is serving, and serving outside the church is not. serve.

But after this night of experience, I understood, I really understood, the Lord exercised me through the visible environment, and this environment was the cross that I was very unwilling to bear—the worldly work.

Although I have thousands of reasons to say that I am unwilling to do secular work for spiritual reasons, God actually sees where my real crux lies, and He also uses my own behavior Showed me exactly where my sticking point was.

In fact, I am not as spiritual as I imagined. I still have sins in me, and these sins are laziness and self-love.

I am not willing to give up my own leisure time, I am willing to do what I like, such as watching movies, playing games, writing novels, drawing... I like all these things, and I like everything that does not burden me .

How could such a person like me truly love doing things in God’s house?

No, I'm a lazy person, I don't like my family, I don't like work, I don't like church, I just hope nothing bothers me.

But this is in conflict with the plan the Lord gave me.

The Lord does not want me to live in such a decadent and self-defeating way. He wants to tell me: He has given me a lot of grace, and I should make good use of it.

The Lord’s standard will not change because of me. The person who is qualified to win in the future and who can reign with the Lord for 1000 years will never be the person I am now.Such glory and grace can never befall a man who is unwilling to sacrifice himself for others, and only cares about his own laziness.

Either I choose to rise up now, or I choose to fall into the great darkness like everyone else, weeping and gnashing my teeth, and accept 1000 years of "re-education".

Who said that a Christian can lie flat after being saved?

This world is fair because it was created by God, and even the Son of God has to suffer, so why can Christians lie flat?

We also have to suffer, and only those who endure to the end can be glorified like the Son of God. This is fairness.But our suffering is not because of sin, but because of God's grace, because we are the works of His hands, and every carving of His knife on us is very painful. However, as long as we endure to the end, what we will see in the end is What the greatest artist in the world has done in us, we shall be works of art which are made by his hands to his satisfaction.

What a great honor!

What a sinner I am!But what a glory the Lord has revealed in me!