We spend so much time on our outer appearance. Would you agree that most of the ugly in this world has nothing to do with how someone looks? Yet society spends billions a year on fade diets.
If you were to look at a spiritual diet, how would it appear on paper? What would be your favorite spiritual snack, drink, or main meal? Is that five minute-devotion all you have been eating for substance? Seriously, when it comes to your spiritual self, you want to be that fat, pretty one. Only God’s word eaten in abundance will get you “fluffy.” So once again, what is in your spiritual diet?
Now, like all diets, you must have self-control and determination to maintain your goals. David said it this way in Psalm 119:30-32, “I have chosen the faithful way; I have placed Your ordinances before me. I cling to Your testimonies; O Lord, do not put me to shame! I shall run the way of Your commandments, for You will enlarge my heart.”
If you have already stopped your prayer journal, this is the day to pick it back up again. Like any diet, you will have failure, but that does not mean you quit. Set a reasonable goal for your time with God and start again. Ask God for increased faith or a deeper hunger and thirst for Him. There are way too many self-serving, self-absorbed personalities at work in society. God needs His children to become solid, unassuming spiritual adults. You can only become that with well-balanced godly habits. Maybe like David, you can say; first, I will choose God and be faithful to Him. Second, I will place God’s laws in my life. Third, I will hold fast to God’s commands, and finally, I shall move quickly towards God’s will. How that looks for your life is the personal side of your relationship with God. Once again, our spiritual diet is an area God needs us to be full and overflowing. Not anorexic and spiritually hangry.
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The other day, God reminded me of a story. When I was teaching in the old mission building, my classroom was the library. I loved the big tables that we could join together as we discussed God’s word. Then I had to move over to the men’s side of the building and teach in one of the classrooms. It was your standard room with conference tables. At the time, I felt the setup cold as I was way upfront from the ladies “teaching.” My director permitted me to join the tables together to make it more intimate. Since I was having trouble with my legs, she told me I could leave the tables joined together for the guys to put the room back together. She forgot to tell the guys. One day, a man came storming into my classroom and yelled at me. “You will put those tables back,” he demanded. I looked up and slowly said, “No.” He screamed again, “Yes, you will.” I again replied, “No, and if you have a problem with that answer, you can talk with my supervisor.” The look on his fa...
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