The more devoted I become to the things of this world, the more my heart resents Him. The evident need for God in my life is crystal clear, yet all I can do is unpretentiously shrug my shoulders and profess it. How can one's heart behave this way? Traveling from extremes of hating God passionately, to singing worship songs to Him in the shower; knowing that God of the universe, steady Maker and Redeemer, loves me, but yet refusing to cherish that beautiful gift. With a heart as dirty as a bottom of a shoe; with a mind harboring contemptible memories; with a body representing poor choices- I know despite all these things and more- that He still treasures me. I do not deserve a friend like Him.
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