Sometimes I could faint at the times I forget to say good morning to the One who made me. As my feet hit the floor and head to the coffee pot am I rubbing my eyes thinking of my Master? Too often the answer to that is no. Father, forgive me.
It's a daily dying to myself to put Him first in all that I do. Sometimes I wonder if the Spirit sits there thinking, "There she goes again. Invite me to come too." And before you think I'm beating myself up there are days like yesterday that I see Him in almost everything.....the moon so full it looks like the front porch lights are on, the warm sun on my legs as I watch the kids play football, the warm cozy feeling of my family all together on a Saturday. Hmmmmm.....just joy and contentment in those moments.
But I long to walk with Him in a deeper, better way. And I realize my tendency to walk without Him. Lord, draw me closer. Change my heart. Put your dreams and desires there. Hold me tight.
