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 the Healer's Hands. “He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him and by His stripes we were healed” (Isaiah 53:5 – NKJV). Merciful Lord, You alone are the Great Physician, into Your tender grasp I entrust every sorrow, every pain. 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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