Having the steady hand of a
teacher draped over my own as I learned to write never seemed confining.
Actually, the opposite was true; the gentle, firm guidance of my teacher’s hand
liberated me to boldly attempt what had been very difficult on my own. And now,
as a grown man, I do not resent the hand of God guiding my life. While I am
still prone to strike out on my own, it is far better to fall into the grasp of
Almighty God than into the hands of any other. O Lord my Teacher and Guide, into
Your Holy Grip I gladly yield. Guide my choices according to what is best and
move me as You will.
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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