A large patch of dead grass in our yard had become rock hard on the surface; the destructive work of moles. No new grass would grow until I broke up the crusty remains of past greenery gone bad. A little penetrating digging along with sunshine and water has the patch almost fully green again. My soul is no different. Father, tear away every crusty surface of my heart. Pour light and living water over me.
A serious pursuit of godliness requires an equally serious renunciation of worldliness. Too often, we measure spirituality with false scales. While being wisely selective with our public vices we are less so with our private attitudes and perspectives. In reality, it is the thoughts and intents of the heart where the greatest battles must be waged; our actions will ultimately align with the condition of our hearts. Lord God, You know me inside out, You are not fooled by human facades. Plow my heart with Your Word and Spirit and leave nothing unturned. Refresh my inward man that I may outwardly glorify You in all places at all times.
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