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.
The greatest form of idolatry is thinking that we are enough, and that the fleeting, earthly things of life are enough. For He alone is enough for my soul, for all of my days, until I exhale my very last breath.
I want to get to a point where I am so in love with Jesus, that walking in fellowship with Him is second nature. Just as choosing seconds on that pumpkin pie, I want seconds and thirds of moments with my King. Where I am too busy lavishing all praise and devotion and honor upon His name and character, that I don’t have time to even think of being discontent. Where food and raiment is enough, and where Jesus’s mercy and grace overflows bountifully.
I want to be like that one leper, who stopped, turned around, and bowed at the feet of Jesus in thanksgiving for making him whole. Because you’ve made me whole, dear Jesus. You’ve made me whiter than snow, and you lavish your blessings on me daily, if I’ll just choose to see them today.
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