I enjoyed playing with modeling
clay as a child. With sufficient time I could take shapeless material and mold whatever
my imagination and childhood skills could conceive. Learning the texture and
feel was a significant part of the process. Life is different now. I am no
longer the sculptor; I am the clay. Father, Creator of All Things, mold me and
make me after Your will. Teach me to welcome the texture and feel of Your mighty
hand.
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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