Dear God,
Am I really, truly
pure?
I mean, I’m the
girl who’s saving herself for marriage, the one who tries to be sweet yet
careful around men, the one who you’ve delivered from so many bondages.
But lately, well,
my mind just seems to wander.
I’m so preoccupied
with every thought but you. Idols seem to popping up everywhere in my mind;
strongholds, though seemingly innocent, are growing stronger and stronger.
You talk about
loving you with all my heart, all my strength, and all my mind. All.
It’s so easy to be
fake with people. I can smile sweetly and talk church talk all day. No one
really sees that deep down inside I’ve let the cup get dirty. No one see the
skeletons shaking about in the closet.
Except you.
You see right
through me. You see right through the religious, vain talk. You see right
through the pretty smile and the aura of piety. You see me: a lonely girl who
is desperately resisting her Lord’s leadership.
Lord, let me be
real. Help me to open the closet to your powerful, life-giving light. Purge me
of the dross which so easily settles within me. Jesus, transform my mind with
your word so that I may be authentic
and pure of heart and mind.
Wanting to be so
much more than a Sunday Christian,
Frannie
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