This is my story, this is my song

This is my story, this is my song

I scantly recalled this hymn as I was taking my late night shower while reflecting on the day: "blessed assurance, Jesus is mine; oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation purchase of God, born of His Spirit, washed in His blood... this is my story, this is my song, praising my Saviour, all the way long.... " I wonder how my story would be. And if people would write a song about me, I wonder what it would sound like. No glorifying myself in case there's some misunderstanding of what I'm writing here, this is a response thought following a train of fleeting images in my mind of people who had faithfully followed the Lord's footsteps, obeying His every word. Few were high profile, many were not. Matthew 7:21-23 hung gravely over my heart as I recalled it while talking to a friend today. "...but he who does the will of My Father who is in heaven will enter". A stark reminder to me to count the cost of my actions, the consequence of my words and the fruit of my labour. Not only there is motivation to be a role model, I find this warning is effecting me to think of what am I imparting and investing into the young, causing me to check whether the dreams and the desires that I have would amount to the obedience the Lord is looking for. Hey, I don't want to be doing so much and in the end it's nothing but ashes and soap bubbles. I consider it healthy to have the fear of God in all I do, lest I am found swollen with pride after being prized for some achievement. After all, we are aiming at getting to heaven are we not? Then we have to play by God's rules, that's the only way up.