An approaching storm may come so fast that there is no way to avoid it. Captain and crew grow weary in the fight against the tempest. Hopeless exhaustion is just as hazardous as the sudden gale, making bad decisions a dangerous potential. Dropping anchor to get some rest can be the only salvation. Dearest Lord, my anchor holds within the veil, through the battering of the storm I rest in you.
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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