Treasuring the Word

So, so often ~ too often ~ it is a struggle to stay awake while I read the Bread in the morning. After struggling to get out of bed at all.

My Bible is precious to me, but not enough. Never enough.

And God has kindly brought me low under the view of the shallowness, the neutrality, that remains at my core:



Thank You, Lord, for the tears and the conviction and the hearing of my confession. You have chosen to bless me with so much; but I take advantage of it all and live the fat life, never with enough of the sense of the disease that You died to rid me of.

Work in me as You see fit to cause me to treasure Your Word as the Kimyals do.