Friday, March 17, 2017
(7:03 a.m.)
Holy God,
I confess to You, recently I
am very easily distracted. This morning I am here asking You to focus
my thoughts on You.
You alone are God (Psalm
86:10). You alone are good (Mark 10:18; Luke 18:19). And I keep
seeing myself simply as alone. Alone in my thoughts. Alone in my
feelings.
Ah, but bringing this all
out to You I actually feel my heart quicken. Getting my thoughts out
of my head and into Your exquisitely capable hands is truly freeing.
Thank You for leading me to places that remind me to look upward to
You, not inwardly to my own understanding of things.
Father God, I love You. I
love that You take such tender care of each and every single one of
us. I confess to so very often not knowing what I think I know. But
when I stop, turn to You, focus on what all Your Word has to say to
us I have hope.
Hope that Your abounding,
never ending love will meet our every need. Hope that comes from
reading the history of Your chosen people. Hope that obedience to
Your Word will lead us where I am far too often afraid to go.
Yesterday my early morning
plan was to talk with You about the Truth of Philippians 4:8. Working
in the yard the day before I was caught up in a litany of the
mistakes I have made through the years.
In my own attempt to clear
my mind, You reminded me of the importance of fixing my thoughts on
what is true, honorable, just, pure, admirable, lovely, excellent and
worthy of praise (Philippians 4:8). Again I confess, not my go to
response to life in general.
So here I am. Flawed.
Imperfect. Needing You to come into my thinking, feeling, hoping and
being. Truly teach me to love as You would have me love (Mark
12:30-31). Freely. Forgivingly.
As Paul taught Your believers in
Corinth: Patiently. Kindly. Not
jealously, boastfully, proudly or rudely. Not demanding its own way.
Not irritably. Keeping no record of wrong. Never glad about
injustice. Rejoicing whenever Your Truth wins out. Never giving up.
Never losing faith. Always hopeful. Enduring through every
circumstance (1 Corinthians 13:4-7).
Yes! Father, please. Teach
me to love as You wish. Yes. How I thank You and invite You in to
every aspect of this day. Thank You. I love You. Amen.
(411 words ~ 8:35 a.m.)
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