It is convenient to assign blame
to everything else, but what comes out of me is merely spillover from what is
inside. This is unsettling. After so much time and so many attempts to
transform myself, I again must face the truth, I am still a work in progress
and only God can finish the work. So there it is: Lord, clay to the Potter,
mold me and make me after Your will, I am waiting, yielded and still.
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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