We send our best wishes for holidays, birthdays, get well, weddings, and such. Yet, why are we wishing for anything when we could really bless them in prayer?
We go into a state of panic when our child is a few minutes late, as if our worry is going to get them home any faster than trusting God. Satan must get a good laugh.
We receive aggravation on every side, as Satan is alive and well on Sundays. Thinking we don't need God's help and no one will be the wiser, we go it alone -- with our painted smiles, polished attire, and frustrations neatly tucked ... then take it out on our waitress.
When our spouse is out of town; we receive comfort in a friend sleeping over, us staying at mom's, or one of the kids climbing into bed ... as if any person present can make us safer than we already are. God is our protection. Though, maybe we'd rather believe the dark will get us.
Instead of asking the one who owns it all; we spend money we don't have on things we think we have to have, get our finances all messed up, then cry, "Help!"
We sleep in on Sundays morning, thinking it will make our day brighter. Instead, it makes our week longer.
We prefer to exhaust ourselves with endless deeds than to slow down, spend time with God, and ask Him what He wants us to do.
We work all the overtime we can get, steal God's tithe, then think we're going to financially get ahead.
Believing our doubts and doubting our beliefs; were we to consider the things we do, we might find them odd, too... then look for more desirable alternatives.
Someone once said, "When we feed our faith, our doubts will starve to death."
© by Joyce C. Lock