I thought I was better than Ananias and Sapphira—until the meaning of the story really began to sink in.
I'm not better—at all.
I made a vow more solemn than theirs.
I promised Him my whole heart.
And worse than simply holding back part, I've taken it back a hundred times. I've told people that He had my whole heart—but He didn't.
I was given a choice of who I would serve. And my choice called for a full surrender of my heart to God. It's not because He's arbitrary and unreasonably exacting that my choice to serve him called for that. No. On the contrary, it's because He loves me too much to leave me to any other course.
“Father, I surrender back into your hands the one thing that you ask and that I promised to give—my whole heart.”
It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not.