Saturday,
November 3, 2012 (8:40 a.m.)
Blessed
Father,
I've got some confessing to do. I have been especially flighty... You
absolutely don't mess around when You want our attention, do You God?
The only verses I could find in all of the translations I have access
to are from The Message,
Jeremiah 3:6-12 . After the warning “[Admit
Your God-Defiance]”
Israel is described as
“fickle” and “a whore at large”. YOWZA! Talk about calling
things as You see them!!!
While telling of Israel's loose
morals, Jeremiah went on with Your message to him. “I assumed that
after she had gotten it out of her system, she'd come back, but she
didn't. Her flighty sister, Judah, saw what she did... She went out,
big as you please, and took up a whore's life also.” Oh my!
I'm not saying that mindless,
careless, random eating of almost everything in sight ranks up there
with prostitution, but I do know that sin is sin no matter how one
slices it. As I read the commentaries at the bottom of The
Life Recovery Bible's
pages I see the words: “hitting bottom”, “true condition”,
“feeling the shame”, “loss of control”, “worship of other
gods”, “refuse to change”, “afraid we will miss the good old
days”, “left to cry alone in the wilderness”.
And as I am relating myself and my
own behaviors to these passages, Father I also am thinking of our
nation and the upcoming election. I confess to You that I absolutely
still do not how to vote. I do not see truth or hope. I am blinded by
my own fear of making mistakes that will cost us even more dearly
than in the past. Father, YOU are all powerful. All knowing. You know
what is best for this country and I believe that all we are presently
doing is not it.
Forgive me Father for squandering
what is best for my health and use my vote for what You know to be
the very best for this country. Change every aspect of my flightiness
to that of steady responsibility. I love You God. I want it to show
clearly in the decisions I make. Work in and through me. Thank You.
Amen.
(371 words ~ 9:52 a.m.)
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