Upon being cast into an angry sea
the only hope is to cleave to whatever floats and hope for rescue. It may be
the sea itself that deposits the lost soul on shore or perhaps the timely
kindness of a passing stranger. Most likely, however, rescue will be at the
hands of those who have long before made it their heroic mission. Father, by
whatever means You choose, I cleave to Your Grace, Mercy and Providence.
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.
Comments
Post a Comment