Saturday, July 26, 2014

Dying to Self

Jordan came across this poem last year and liked it so much she copied it down with multicolor pens. She rediscovered it a few weeks ago as she was cleaning up her room and showed it to me. Remember this? And as I was reading over it, I was struck by just how much this poem epitomizes Jordan’s life this past year. When I wrote To Go Beyond and our desire for our children to surpass us, I was thinking about how I feel humbly blessed to be learning more from my daughter, who just turned 16 this week, than I feel she could be learning from me. How thankful I am for her example and for the gift of her life.

Dying to Self
Author unknown

When you are forgotten or neglected or purposely set at naught, and you do not sting and hurt at the oversight, but your heart is happy, being counted worthy to suffer for Christ, that is dying to self.

When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinions ridiculed, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart, or even defend yourself, but take it all in patient, loving silence, that is dying to self.

When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, any impunctuality, or any annoyance, when you can stand face to face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility and endure it as Jesus endured it, that is dying to self.

When you are content with any food, any offering, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God, that is dying to self.

When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation, or to record your own good works, or itch after commendation, when you truly love to be unknown, that is dying to self.

When you receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart, that is dying to self.

Jordan in Yun nan province on her birthday, serving as a Big Sister for a group of Chinese students

1 comment:

  1. This poem is such a timely reminder for me as well. Thank you! :-)



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