Lord, You are Most High.
Forgive me, Lord, when my ideals are rooted in this world, rooted in fools’ gold rather than crucible gold.
Thank you, Lord, for seeking ever to elevate me to higher ideals, Yours. Thank you for never leaving me in the crucible one second more than is necessary to remove the dross, or fool’s gold from my character.
Some of us spend so much time chasing after the things this world has to offer, that we fail to see beyond to what is waiting for us in the next. When you seem to keep repeating the same mistakes and needing to learn the same lesson over and over again, remember, He is preparing us for His world.
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