My
times of prayer are mostly done in quiet solitude, but internal impulses often
make my meditations feel like rush hour on the Los Angeles Freeway. Random
thoughts, daily concerns, carping accusations from the evil one and incessant
problem solving noisily crowd into holy space carved out for God alone. Like
highway road signs for the lost traveler, the Holy One hangs patiently
overhead, quietly instructing and directing me to the intended destination. Glorious
God, only You can quiet my soul. Silence my thoughts and calm my inner storm. You
are my peace; I await Your voice.
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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