Another hurricane is
scraping by. The real danger is to our north, but its outer bands are spewing
rain and trees are dancing wildly in the wind. Palm trees, with their long, slim
trunks and floppy branches perched at the very top, seem fragile until these
moments. Actually, they handle the tempest better than stately oaks. Father, I
get it, what often appears as strength is not. Help me stay firmly planted 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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