I’ve been singing a lot lately. I feel like every 5 minutes a song is coming out of my mouth. Whether or not my teammates always appreciate it is up for debate… ha! For about 3 weeks now, I’ve woken up most mornings with the song My Story in my head. It’s a spin-off of the age-hold hymn Blessed Assurance. You’re probably familiar with the bridge:
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
For the past few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about the message those lyrics convey. When you sing those words, you’re basically declaring that you wish to live your life in such a way that is completely devoted to worshiping Jesus.
This is exactly the anthem I desire to broadcast throughout my entire life. When my time on earth runs up, I want the life of Megan Wisehart to look like a giant act of praise to the King of Kings. When I walk through Heaven’s gates and finally meet my Lord face-to-face, I want to hear the words “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” Not for my own gratification, rather for the satisfaction of knowing that I have given my Savior, my wonderful Jesus, the praise that is due His Holy Name.
