As the
sun rises it softly transforms any scenery.
From cityscape, to countryside, from suburban sprawl, to rolling tide
every nook and cranny, every tree, every surface is gently painted. Each second
of daybreak is transformative. In my soul it is the same. Darkness does its
best to obscure and conceal, spreading confusion, fear and enigma, but even the
slightest dawning of early light brings immediate transformation; hope rises
and dullness turns to resplendent glory. Lord, You are My Light and Glory.
Bathe my soul with Your metamorphic supremacy. Leave nothing untouched.
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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