Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me. Yea, let none that wait on thee be ashamed: let them be ashamed which transgress without cause. Shew me thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day.
–Psalm 25:1-5

Shew me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths. Those words jump out at me because they are the heartbeat of the passage. David wants to know God, to discover His heart, to see into His mind. David loves God and wants to be close to Him, so he lifts up his soul unto God: a sacrifice of his own self.

If more of had this desperate a need for God, I’m not saying it would do anything for those around us, (it would), but imagine what it would do for us! You want a real fire, a real peace and satisfaction? Desire God with desperation, seek Him until you find Him. God wants you to know Him, but He won’t make you love or desire Him.

I resolve to love God more than pride, more than sarcasm, more than being right. Sacrificing every idol upon the altar of His cross. The last idol to destroy is myself, my life. I die last and live first. This is Sunday! This is God’s day! Today I get the honor to sing before men and angels the glory of God!

Sometimes I can’t describe just how I feel coming back from a mission trip to a 3rd world country. Then other times, I don’t have to because someone else does it for me.

“I’m sure missing my second home like crazy… There’s just NOTHING like having church in four cement walls, tea under a tarp and pole tent, and around the most genuine welcoming kind people in all the world. A part of me is really sad to be back in my very comfortable house. Lord break my heart daily for what breaks yours.”
–Victoria Cheramie

This is my life sacrificed on the altar of the cross. A broken and a contrite spirit before the Lord. I want to feel His heart hurt for the weak and the destitute. I want to love like He loves the unlovable. I want Him to live through me.

“When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died, my richest gain I count but loss and pour content on all my pride.

Were this whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small; love so amazing, so divine demands my soul, my life, my all.”

As always, thanks for reading.

–the anonymous novelist


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