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 became really painful and I still could
not remove them, I would seek help. I can still remember how difficult it was
to extend my injured finger to another, even a person I trusted, knowing they
could not actually feel my agony. But eventually I learned that to get better
my injuries had to be exposed. They still do. While I’ve learned that others may
indeed help, ultimately all my pains, both large and small, internal and
external, must be placed into God’s Hands. Merciful Lord, You alone 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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