As I ponder, how I spend my day, I wonder if God is happy with why I do what I do. God is not concerned with what I do… but why I do it. Often daily, he shares messages with me… such as this one. He puts on my heart to share it with as…
So I have an addiction. I love milk. When we travel, I go and get some for the hotel room. As I came out of CVS, milk in hand, there he sat. A young man. Dirty with ragged clothes. A look of despair. I simply can not pass someone like that without speaking… praying… giving…
Did you stop today? To give “Thanks” for the array of blessings that God pours on us. The air you breathe… the complexity of the body you live in… the beauty of the world around you… the sounds that fill our sky… the love of others… the taste of food… the smell of fresh bread……
Father, I’m not really sure why you love me? I know you do. I know you made me in your image, but most days I feel so unworthy. Most days I look at my sin… my actions… my attitude… and I wonder how ashamed you are of me? Then my mind turns to your son. …