"Perfect love is a kind of self-dereliction, a wandering out of ourselves..."
Henry Scougal, The Life of God in the Soul of Man
When I read this little thought, my mind and heart stop at the word "self-dereliction." Derelict. A word that calls to mind an old derelict boat, bumping against old rotten pilings in some long-forgotten bay. Which is exactly how much we're to abandon the Self in pursuit of Jesus. Our Self should be lost to us; we can't even quite remember where it was we left it. It's rotting away somewhere while we're off walking in freedom and joy with Jesus, the Christ.
Have you wandered out of yourself? Is your Self left derelict in the bay of the Old Life?