Have you ever had that moment when you’re listening to a song that you could sing in your sleep, but suddenly the words take on a new meaning?  One of those songs that you’ve heard since the beginning of time and for some reason it just resonates in your soul.  Bam!  Heart-changing, life altering lyrics that you’ve sung right over at least a dozen times, and yet here you are, hearing the song for the very first time.  For me, that moment came today through the old familiar hymn, Blessed Assurance.  Now, I’ve heard the song many, many times, yet today  I found myself struck by the power behind the words…

“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine”- Wow.  Jesus, the son of God, the Savior of the world, is mine?  Unfathomable, yet so true… I am in Him, He is in me.  It’s no longer I that lives, but Christ in me.  Who wouldn’t feel assured by this?  Yet so often I find myself feeling so unsure of myself and my decisions.  Satan loves to feed us the lie of insecurity, but we can be sure that our Father in Heaven has our best interest at heart and that He will always lead us in truth and love.  He has purchased us, filled us with His spirit, and covered our ugliness with His redeeming blood.

“Perfect submission, perfect delight”/”Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest”- Am I living like I am happy and blest?  Do I submit to His authority with delight and peace?  Unfortunately, probably not as much as I’d like to admit.  However, I have to ask, “Why not?”  He created this world and all that is in it.  He has eternity in His hand… He sees the past, the present, and the future.  He knows all, and He loves me with a love bigger than I can ever comprehend.  Yet I hesitate to submit to Him.  I deserve eternity in hell, but He loved me enough to die in my place, and now I am blessed to spend forever in the glory of His presence.  Yet I often go through life feeling all gloom and doom, having a pity party for myself, instead of rejoicing every minute of every day over the gift of grace that has been so graciously given to me.

“This is my story, this is my song… Praising my Savior all the day long”- Is this my story?  Is the song of my life a song of praise to my precious Redeemer?  Do my children see a life of praise and thanksgiving, or a life of poor, pitiful me?  Am I leading others to a life of praise?  My prayer is that no matter what the circumstance here on Earth, I can live a life of praise.  I want my life story to be one the reflects the Giver of Life, and my life song to be one of joy and praise and honor to the One to whom all honor is due.

How about you- is the song of your life a song of praise to your Savior?