Trunk to the
ground, roots pointing skyward, a huge tree simply falls over. It is
unsettling. Soil and water, the very things that nourish, can be its undoing
when given in excess. It is the same with me. Only the Eternal Designer Who
knit me together can help me keep equilibrium. Lord, guide me into balance and
moderation. Keep me from seeking excessive sustenance outside of Your design or
provision.
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.
"Throw moderation to the winds, and the greatest pleasures bring the greatest pains."
ReplyDelete-Democritus