I’ve been trying to cleanse my body of the toxins of desire. The poison of want runs through my veins like a drug. When I see a nice shirt, I imagine myself in it and I must shut my eyes and turn away. I must remind myself that if I can buy clothing for my well-stocked closet, I can buy clothing for those struggling to cover their backs.
Even my self-image writhes in His glory: the weight I’ve gained with delicious home-cooked meals would feed a family.
A second bed could fit in my bedroom if I possessed less furniture. And the homeless could rest sound there if I had the compassion.
It seems I’m well-supplied in all things but those that matter most. I am thirsty for courage. I am naked before wisdom. I starve for love.
Father, once again I find myself falling short. I can only pray you catch me.
Father, once again I find myself poor and broken. I can only pray you heal me.
Father, once again I find myself in desperate need of your love and mercy. I can only pray you will shower me in grace.
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