The prize far outweighs the price
At this point I would like to think that Elisabeth Elliot has become my spiritual mentor. She tells me to obey Christ with reckless abandon.
At times I wonder what it is that she would say if she were right here in my suffering. She would cheer me on. She would applaud my searching heart.
The Poem: The Prize Far Outweighs The Price
God beckons me.
He calls my name.
He pursues me.
He runs after me.
He is a jealous God and He wants me to Himself.
How shall I refuse when He gave Himself for me.
How shall I refuse when death was the price he paid for the prize.
I was the prize that far outweighed the price–not even death was too much.
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