Most of the rivers in the city where I’ve lived the balance of my
life are tidal. Each day they rise and fall, widen and narrow, providing a
constantly changing panorama. Every tidal cycle quietly deposits new debris on their
banks and lifts away what had been previously dropped by. In many ways, my
whole life is tidal. People come and go, problems and blessings arrive
unannounced then slip away, interesting surprises float by. Father, You are
always at work depositing and withdrawing, daily benefits and blessings
offered. Lord of All Creation, I love Your ways.
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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