Good morning, Father!
Thank you for another warm day, perhaps the last for a month or so. 🙁 But I will enjoy the indoors, and making my little daily art cards (and bigger art!) and adding to my blogs daily. I may not go for as many walks when it is cold, but I am sure I will find other awesome blessings to be thankful for! I am already grateful for all these unexpectedly warm days we’ve had, most of December! 🙂 Father, I give my work and my health to you. Work is going well, and health is good enough, but I am concerned about my lack of motivation to eat healthy lately. Sure, I eat better than most typical Americans, perhaps, but I am eating worse than I HAD been, before I quit drinking. When will I learn that I do NOT need to comfort myself with anything but YOU?! Help me learn, Father. Help me grow, so I can be more pleasing to you. Amen.
Matthew 16:22-27 ERV
Peter took Jesus away from the other followers to talk to him alone. He began to criticize him. He said, “God save you from those sufferings, Lord! That will never happen to you!”
Then Jesus said to Peter, “Get away from me, Satan! You are not helping me! You don’t care about the same things God does. You care only about things that people think are important.”
Then Jesus said to his followers, “If any of you want to be my follower, you must stop thinking about yourself and what you want. You must be willing to carry the cross that is given to you for following me.
Any of you who try to save the life you have will lose it. But you who give up your life for me will find true life.
It is worth nothing for you to have the whole world if you yourself are lost. You could never pay enough to buy back your life.
The Son of Man will come again with his Father’s glory and with his angels. And he will reward everyone for what they have done.
Lord, please help me to care more about the things YOU care about, and less about the things my stinky flesh desires. I thank you because I do seem to be growing in many ways, Lord. The love inside me seems to bubble over to people, and my joy sometimes feels like it’s gonna squirt out my ears! I have more patience, and more self-control. But I cannot seem to care enough about my body to feed it the way you taught me, Lord. I make excuses, and convince myself that it’s not so bad. Perhaps it isn’t. I cannot judge that, Lord. All I can do is give it to you, and ask you to give me wisdom and courage and whatever else I need to follow you and do things your way. Lord, I give you my time, my heart, my hands, my mouth. Help me to give you my whole body now. Help me to lose this part of me that I am holding onto, so that I can gain it back, for you. Amen.