YIELDED FOR HIS GLORY

A Heartfelt Tribute to the Life and Legacy of Kathryn Kuhlman

“God is not looking for golden vessels. He’s not looking for silver vessels. He’s looking for yielded vessels.”

—Kathryn Kuhlman

There are those rare souls whose lives seem to carry eternity in their footsteps. Kathryn Kuhlman was one of them. Not because she sought greatness, but because she surrendered all. She didn’t walk in her own strength or platform her own personality. She was simply a vessel—poured out, emptied of self, yielded for His glory.

She once said that God isn’t looking for golden or silver vessels. And oh, how true that is. He’s not impressed by our talents, our resumes, or our charisma. He searches for yieldedness—a life laid bare before Him, no strings attached. A heart that whispers in the secret place, “Not my will, but Yours.”

Kathryn paid a price for that kind of surrender. She knew what it meant to walk alone with God, misunderstood by many but seen by Heaven. Her anointing wasn’t cheap. It came from the crushing, from countless nights of weeping, from saying “yes” when it hurt most. But because she said yes—over and over again—multitudes encountered the living Christ. The presence she carried was not manufactured; it was born in the fire of consecration.

There was a gentleness about her, a trembling reverence when she spoke of the Holy Spirit. She would plead with the people, “Please don’t grieve Him.” He was not a doctrine to her—He was a Person. He was her closest Friend. She honored Him, and He honored her surrender by showing up in power. Not because she demanded it, but because she made room for Him.

You could sense it in the atmosphere. The stillness. The awe. The unmistakable weight of glory settling over the room like a soft cloud. People were healed, yes—but more than that, they were changed. Hardened hearts melted. Bitterness dissolved in His presence. Cynics became believers. The impossible became possible—not through hype or manipulation, but through quiet reverence and holy desperation.

Kathryn lived with that holy ache: Give me Jesus… or I die. She knew revival didn’t start in a building. It began in the broken places of the heart. In the quiet groan of one soul saying, “More of You, Lord. I must have more.” She often said she had nothing to offer except her love for Jesus—and that was enough.

What if that could be said of us?

What if we stripped away every performance, every pursuit of approval, every desire to be noticed—and simply laid ourselves at His feet and said, “Take all of me. I yield everything.”

Beloved, that’s when the Spirit comes. That’s when revival flows—not through eloquence, not through strategy, but through a surrendered life. One that loves the secret place more than the stage. One that trembles at His Word and bows low at His feet.

This is not a devotion about Kathryn Kuhlman. This is a quiet invitation to carry the flame she carried—to burn for Jesus in the hidden place, to become a resting place for His presence. Not for fame, but for the sake of His heart.

The Lord is still looking for yielded vessels.

Let Him find that in you.

Give me Jesus… or I die.

With Love,

Steve Porter

www.morningglorydevo.com

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