His Wondrous Love

I know I might should have finished this yesterday. But still, I can’t help it, at this moment of my life, and as far as I can see down the road, the words “I belong” is the most beautiful statement my heart have ever recognized.
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I belong to Him,
the claim upon my life and heart is His,
whatever happens, whatever I go through, whatever doubt I might feel, whatever fear might threathen to overwhelm me, this remains:
I belong to the Lord, and He will have His way in me.
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In everything I might go through, I know He is in charge, I am never for one moment of my life at the mercy of chance. Whatever I go through, I know it has all been sifted through His loving hands first. He has allowed this to happen to me for a reason, He knows what I need.
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I have prayed so many times:
Let Your will happen, whatever the consequences may be. Have Your way in me, prove Your glory to the world, and use me, however You want to.
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I meant what I prayed, even if I might not have grasped the full meaning of my prayer. I pleaded, whatever the cost, because I knew His ways were higher than mine, and that He knew my best better than I. And when this “whatever the cost” came, I couldn’t wince and cry: Lord, why do You allow this to happen? He is in charge, and He lets all thing work together for His good will, by and for those who according to His good will is called.
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I have never asked that I may be in charge. I have asked that He be in charge in my life, because I know that He is in fact already in charge of the entire universe. I belong to Him. He have not abandoned me, nor forsaken me. I am so very dear to Him. I will not doubt this.
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When I a couple of months ago struggled with fatigue over several months, I knew that He was in that also, He was pursuing His plan in my life, His plan that was bigger than I could fathom. And even as I was scared, and cried. He did never for a second abandon me. My hardship didn’t mean abandonment, it meant love. Whatever the cost.
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I prayed for a heart that would trust His wisdom and love, and it really rose from the ashes of my decease. And as He healed me and guided me gently back to my life and the new life of trusting Him, I was able to walk a new path. His plan was so perfect, so difficult to understand those months I in periods lacked the strength to do even the simplest things, like walking and lift my hands. But when I now look back, I see His Heavenly guidance through it all. When He tore down everything my life consisted of, He burned the weed, so that the true seed could grow in the ashes. And that is what is happening. My trust and faith in Him have risen from the ashes as He so gently planned. And from the bare foundation of defeat, He has transformed and continues each and every day to transform me into the woman He have planned for me to be.
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I do not know His plan from here on. I have no clue of what might face me further down the road, but this I know:
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Whatever it is, He has sifted it through His loving hands first, He has allowed it for a reason.
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Whatever it is, it is what He knows I need, He is in charge of it, I am not at the mercy of chance.
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Whatever it His, He will work it together to good. He will have His way in me.
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And when I know this,
this is all that matters: I belong to Him.