Confessions of complacency

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.

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