When I imagine going to glory, I think of the song “Rock of Ages,” which says, “Naked, come to Thee for dress.” I think of flying to Jesus with absolutely nothing of my own. And then, I think of Him crowning me with everything precious and good. And this is His choice—to take me and my nothingness and crown me with this everything. May this precious image stay with me always. May I ever remember that I offer Jesus nothing. I come to Him naked, empty, lost, and vile—and He clothes me, fills me, finds me, and makes me clean.

My Jesus, my Jesus. Look what you have done for helpless me. Thank You, thank You, thank You for the welcome to glory that you are planning for me. I accept because it pleases You for me to accept your good gifts, for me to accept that You crown me with faithful love and compassion. And I accept because I am so needy for You. Thank You for wanting me.