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yielding

by olive Ngoe
03/31/11
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YIELDING
I am determined that at the marriage supper of the lamb, I shall be among those dining at the feet of the Lord Jesus; clothed with a robe of righteousness, so resplendent that there is no likeness of it in all the wedding gowns that I have had the opportunity to see. I am also keenly aware that as I shall be decked out in his robe to be his bride, it shall have come at a cost- his blood. And that to wear it I shall have had to have submitted to him, yielded to His Lordship over me.
Two cannot walk together unless they agree; and I have realized that I have not agreed with my Lord over many things lately. Instead I have walked away stiff necked to do a pilgrimage round the mountain of frustration, fear and distrust. I have at once proclaimed fervently that I will follow him with all my heart and in t he same breathe rebelled and made a golden calf of all that my flesh desires. It is a sad state of affairs, and though I know exactly what ails me, I seem to do the same thing over and over again. I do not know if I will remember it then, but I know now that when I wear that robe, it will be a gift that I can never repay- for it will come with a love that has covered a multitude of sin, disappointed loved ones and friends, broken trust and promises and lost opportunity for witness; all because I refused to yield to his Lordship over me at one point or another.
Yielding is hard and it is foreign; to a body used to having its own way- it is strange to a mind that wants to reign unbridled and unacceptable to a spirit that is not tempered to the will of God. So the heart answers to the call of love but like an unbroken horse, the person keeps coming close only to withdraw from the hand of its master and refuse his instruction. It has to be broken before it can be of any use to the master. And I have had to break, a lot of times, because the master finds that I still have places harbored in me that remain stubborn and defiant to his instruction, to his urging, to his demand that I believe in him even though I cannot see him, even when things look horribly wrong. Sometimes, and they are many, I have despaired so much that I have become a runaway bride; not willing to endure any more of it. And I find that I earn a new hardness in the places that he had worked on.
It is a beautiful thing to yield to the Lord- to know that he knows all my cares and that he is there no matter what. It is a beautiful thing to go to the potter’s house and behold the new vessel he makes of me when my spirit becomes malleable in his hands. And when I remember this I go back into his fold, to be made for what he desires, to submit to his will, to yield to him. And when he is done with the breaking, I shall stop longing for the freedom of the ranges and listening to the neighing of temptation; instead I will yearn for his love only and completely, when I am yielded.