There are times when I take life for granted…the “thing” that God has chosen for my life. Then, in an instant, I am reminded of my passion for people, for life, for everything. I just had one of those “moments” if you will.
Sometimes, when you look into the eyes of a total stranger, you see the familiar…as if you know the person, though you’ve never met; you recognize the glimmer in the eyes, the snarky smile, the One who gave life, living in said person.
There are times that I take my relationship with God for granted. I know that He is an ever-present help in times of trouble; I know that He will never leave me nor forsake me. I walk, knowing these things to be true. But, I treat Him as if He were an old pair of shoes, or my comfy fat jeans, or my stained, stretched-out Temple sweatshirt rather than the Creator of the universe, the One who died on Calvary so that I may have my sins cleansed and so that I may enter into eternity one day.
Today I choose not to treat the Lover of my soul as if He were of no value. He is the reason I live. He is the One who gave me breath. And He is the One for whom I live. How dare I treat Him as if He were less important to me than anything else?
Lord, forgive me.