One thought hit me Sunday morning while worshiping God…and I’ll just let it sit right here to ponder even more:
HOW DARE I BE SO BOLD AS TO NOT GIVE GOD THE VERY FIRST PART OF MY DAY?
I’m not talking about the legalism or preferences of when to have a quiet time.
I’m talking about, after all that HE has done and does,
after all the times HE sustains me,
after all the times that HE provides,
after all the times that HE’s shown HIS compassion,
after all the times HE’S extended grace,
after all the times HE’S protected me!?
A shout of praise should be the first thing coming from my being every.single.morning!
How dare I be so bold as to not give God the very first part of my day?
Even more than that, EVERY MOMENT?
Living to worship Him,