Friday, March 10, 2017
(7:09 a.m.)
Sweet, Holy God,
Thank You.
It has been a VERY long
morning. Awake at 2:08. Up at 3:38. Thinking fearful, condemning
thoughts after 4. Continuing to breath deeply and reciting the fruit
of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23a) until sleep finally returned.
Disrepair was the main
thought. Neglect on my part and the ultimate end result spun wildly
through my mind. I felt self blame, remorse and such dreaded guilt.
Thank You for every time You
reminded me to think on You. Thank You for the moment I physically
turned my head up instead of down. Thank You that I remembered to
focus on You and Your works instead of my own failings.
Oh, and now as I look up the
words: disregard; ignore; pay no attention to; fail to look after;
abandon; desert; negligence; dereliction of duty; carelessness... and
once again I say, “Thank You!”
Thank You for the antonyms
that follow these very descriptive phrases. Cherish; look after;
concentrate on; heed; remember; care; attend... Thank You Father that
these are words that describe Your constant keeping of each and every
single one of us.
I make mistakes. It's not my
intent. Yet I far too often make the conscious decision not to decide
on the proper care of treasured items. This is not the first time.
Nor, I'm sure, will it be my last.
How I thank You for not
leaving me alone in my self imposed guilt. Thank You for reminding me
to fix my thoughts on You (Philippians 4:8).
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