It’s in the still of the morning, where the dew is fresh, and the air is crisp, that my heart folds in on itself like a failed baked good. His mercies are new each morning, and I know His faithfulness is great, but I don’t always acknowledge His goodness and greatness in my life. I’m learning that this is an area of my life that grieves my Heavenly Father. Think, for a moment, how your heart grieves over a loved one’s passing on, or a wayward child, or a severed friendship. How your soul aches, and burns and churns. That’s how my Heavenly Father grieves when I choose to uplift idols within my own heart and willingly forget to give Him all glory and praise.
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