Let me not become intoxicated with ease and comfort, Lord God. For such inebriated proclivity is only to the detriment of my soul. What is worldly wealth compared to the richness of my inheritance in Christ? What is earthly success compared to the privilege of humble service in the Kingdom that never ends? Can the temporary abundance of this existence even compare to the treasures stored up in heaven? Whatever my lot, my Lord has revealed to me the insufficient satisfaction of all things pertaining to this world. My longings have been stirred toward eternity. My measurements have been sifted with an everlasting filter. I thank You, Lord, for the financial woes that make me aware of Your providence. I delight in the failures that remind me that Your glory, not my own, is what truly matters. In gratitude, I pray when the famines of life remind me that Jesus is enough. When physical weakness makes me lean more fully into Your strength, how could I not give thanks? If the natural consequences of ease and comfort is distancing myself from You, then it is too high a price to pay. Let me beware of the smooth places. Let me praise the rough patches. Sometimes a storm is a blessing in disguise. Truly Lord, Your ways are not my own. Under the mighty solace of truth in Isaiah 55:7-9 and the authority of Christ I set down these prayers.
Let the wicked forsake his way,
and the unrighteous man his thoughts.
Let him return to Yahweh, and He will have mercy on him,
to our God, for He will freely pardon.
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
and your ways are not My ways,” says Yahweh.
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are My ways higher than your ways,
and My thoughts than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:7-9, WEB
Let me beware of the smooth places. Let me praise the rough patches. Sometimes a storm is a blessing in disguise. Truly Lord, Your ways are not my own-Amen!
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