Raising
multiple children informs parents of how dangerous life can be; parking lots
become minefields of danger. Every stop begins with a stern reminder of the rules
of disembarkation. Number one rule: “Hold Daddy’s hand.” I am well acquainted
with God’s Holy Grip. When I press in it is gentle, soft but firm. In moments
when I am being pulled away, or straining against it, I feel His Grasp
tightening. There are startling moments of feet dangling over a precipice, yet
I am still in held firmly in the Savior’s clutch. Father, thank You for Your
Mighty Hand. You uphold, guide, prod, restrain and comfort me. Your love
endures forever.
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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