Lord, I am no longer my own, but Yours. Put me to what You will.

One night, in Central Africa, I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all that we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying, two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive. We had no incubator. We had no electricity to run an incubator, and no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts.

Many people view Heaven as an uncertain gamble, spending their lives wondering if they will arrive at their desired destination. But it doesn’t have to be this way. Through Christ, we can be assured of eternal life!