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(Five minute Friday. Linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Prompt: Worship)
God, it’s me, your daughter. And I have a confession to make.
I’ve been sharing my worship with another. Well, actually more than one.
Yes, I’ve come and sat with others on Sundays to worship you.
But I didn’t come with a single heart. It was divided.
I sang the songs, I went through the motions, but my heart wasn’t on you alone.
I was worried. Silently I wondered how it would feel if I didn’t have these bills pressing on me.
I worshipped money.
I thought about what it would feel like to have a book that everyone read.
I worshipped prestige.
I wondered what those around me thought of me.
I worshipped the opinion of others.
It’s not that I didn’t think of you God. I did. I think highly of you.
It’s just that you don’t occupy all my heart. Not all the time.
You said to love you with all of my soul, and all of my mind and all of my strength.
I fail sometimes God.
And you are deserving of worship not just on days when I know all my bills are paid and things are moving along nicely.
But on those days when I have no clue what you are doing. How the next bill will be paid.
Thank you Lord, for being patient with me.
And help me to worship you with my whole heart. Not half of my heart.
In Jesus name, I pray. Amen.