The lawns around our neighborhood are summer green but a few spots are
brown. Stubborn, hardened patches where the grass will not grow must be removed
before new growth will appear. Nutrition will not make a difference; only penetrating digging will make the patches green
again. My soul is no different; spiritual nutrition will not
have lasting effect on what only repentance can transform. Father, tear away the crusty surfaces of my heart. Where dried patches lie
in my soul, grant me grace to truly repent. Plow my heart with Your Word and
sow in me that which You desire.
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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