I must abandon what I'm accustomed to
I must abandon a worldly point of view
and then step out on that small narrow limb
and follow you with abandon
I came across this poem and loved it. It just encompasses everything that I have been dwelling on these days.
The question is "Can we do it?" or more importantly "Are we willing too?"
Read each line slowly, think about it, ask yourself these questions
"What must I abandon that I am accustomed to?"
"In what area has my point of view become too worldly?"
Are we too comfy?
Have we become so desensitized to worldliness that we are blinded and cannot see where we have strayed?
"What will it mean for you to step out on that small narrow limb?"
We are asked to die to self, to suffer with joy, to be set apart. There are no promises that it will be easy or that it won't be lonely.
These words simple and yet conjure up vivid thoughts of wind in my hair, wildness, the love-sick reckless feelings of new romance.
Oh Jesus, with abandon I will serve you!