The
daily struggle for the God-seeker is the dueling impulses of the heart. On the
one hand I sincerely want only His will, but on the other, I am still too
attached to my own. When I lift my hands to the Immortal One, in one is a bowl
of thanksgiving and in the other a cup of sin. He could choose only my praise,
but instead accepts both, relieving my weary soul of its painful conflict. How
wonderful a thought that when I see Him face to face my earthly striving will
cease. Glorious God, You are Perfect and Holy, yet You do not turn away in
disgust, but receive our polluted offerings and pour Your goodness back upon
us.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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