As a
young boy I always had a splinter or two somewhere in my body. I mostly learned
to deal with them myself, but when they really became painful I would seek
help. I still remember how difficult it was to extend my injured finger to
another who could not actually feel my agony. But I learned that to get better
my injury had to be exposed. It still does. All my pain must be trustfully
placed into the Healer’s Hands. Merciful Lord, You are the Great Physician,
into Your Tender Grasp I entrust every sorrow. Even while I am being made
whole, make me an instrument of Your healing love for others.
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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