I am
well acquainted with God’s Holy Grip. When I press in it is gentle but
powerful, soft but firm. In moments when I’m pulled away or straining against
it, I feel His heavenly grasp tighten, His divine clench stiffening. There are those
startling moments of feet dangling over a precipice, yet I am held firmly in
the Savior’s clutch with no fear of being plucked from His hand. Father, I thank
You for Your Mighty Handhold upon me. With Your loving embrace You uphold me,
guide me, prod me, restrain me and comfort me. Though I sometimes try to pull
away I do not resent Your holy restraint.
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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