God’s Word: Proverbs 23:10,11
God’s Message to Me:
Keep a tight rein on your commitment to honest—in all circumstances. The prisons are overflowing with those who loosened the reins on honesty. To be dishonest in just a small way has a way of expanding until it is out of control. Looks at the amount of money spent in the court system trying to find the TRUTH!
Dishonesty sneaks upon you in moments when you are vulnerable. You may find yourself in a situation where no one would ever know this tiny little diversion you could make from the truth. And when it will benefit you a whole lot—that is hard to resist. Only those who have made a commitment to be honest in all their dealings will be able to avoid this trap of Satan.
Draw a firm boundary line around your commitment to honesty. To cheat another out of something due them is the same as cheating Me. If no other person in the world knew your wrong—I would know. I am a powerful advocate for those who cannot speak up for themselves—the unborn, the child, the disabled, the sick, the elderly. As you treat them—you are treating Me. Nothing goes unnoticed!
God’s Question to Me: Will you commit to keeping a tight rein on your commitment to honesty and in this way make the world a better place?
God’s Promise to Me: You can be sure that I always know what is going on and will advocate against the one who is dishonest—no matter how small the dishonest act or word.
My Song to God: Take My Life and Let it Be by Frances R Havergal 1874
Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing,
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Frances Ridley Havergal wrote so many helpful books, and lived a life so earnest and devoted, that she has had a very deep influence over the hearts of Christians. Of all her poems, the one before us meant the most to her, and has meant the most to the world.
Miss Havergal was born in Astley, England, December 14, 1836. Her father was an Episcopal clergyman, a skilful composer of music, and himself a hymn-writer. She was baptized by another hymn writer, Rev. John Cawood, who wrote “Hark! what mean those holy voices?”
Studying in England and Germany, Miss Havergal became a good Hebrew and Greek scholar, and knew several modern languages. She became also a brilliant singer and piano-player, and a glittering career in society was open before her. But she considered all her talents to be only loans from the Lord, to be used in His service. She would not even sing, except sacred music, and for the purpose of winning souls. She lavished her strength upon work for the Master, teaching in Sunday schools, writing letters, writing many leaflets and books, conducting religious meetings, and making public addresses. She was often sick, and her life was short, but she accomplished a wonderful amount of noble work.
Miss Havergal’s beautiful consecration hymn “Take My Life” was written on February 4, 1874. At the close of 1873 Miss Havergal came to long for a deeper knowledge of God. On Sunday, December 2, of that year she was brought to see, as by a flash of light, that she could not have the full blessedness of a Christian without a full surrender to Christ.
On the first of February, 1874, Miss Havergal was visiting in a home where there were ten persons, some of them not converted, some of them Christians but not very happy ones. A great longing seized upon Miss Havergal that all of these might, before she left, come to know her Saviour as joyfully as she had just come to know Him. That prayer was granted, and before she left the house. On the last night of her stay, February 4, she was too happy to sleep, and spent the night writing this hymn, closing with the triumphant line, “Ever, ONLY, ALL for Thee!”