It is
convenient to assign blame to everything else, but what comes out of me is
merely spillover from what is inside. This is unsettling. After so much time
and so many attempts to transform myself, I again must face the truth, I am
still a work in progress and only God can finish the work. I am sure God can
fix me, but when I think their must be an easier way I stumble off the right
path only to end up slogging through mud. Father, my words are insufficient, so
I offer a borrowed prayer as my own: Have
Your own way, Lord. You are the Potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me
after Your will while I am waiting, yielded and still.
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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