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precious jewels and leftovers.

you know when you've heard/sung a song a million times but never really listened to the words?? yesterday, standing in the choir, singing "You are my all in all" that i've sung since jr. high... this struck me:

"seeking You as a precious jewel..."

what if we really did seek the LORD like we seek precious jewels... or, like we seek money. most of us spend almost every waking moment seeking money, if we're honest. we wake up with the sole intent to get ready and get out the door, and get to work. to make money. our lives are completely consumed with seeking money. so that we can seek goods and things. i never think about it, but when Jesus said you can't serve two masters, He didn't mean you had to be rich to be "serving" money. just look at what you're seeking when you wake up every morning. do you wake up with a longing to get into the Word of God? do you wake up excited to dive in and see what God has prepared for you this morning from his Book? i venture to say that most people do not. there are a few people i know that probably do, and oh how i admire them. i draaaggg myself out of bed, get to the shower or to the baby, whichever calls first, and if i get around to some prayer time while i'm getting ready, or some Bible reading later in the day or before i go to bed, even if it's online on my phone... i feel like i did my daily duty... huh?!?! how is that "seeking [Him] as a precious jewel"?

later on in the church service, the pastor {in a sermon about tithing} when describing the busy American way of life, warned us to be careful that we're not

bringing the "leftovers of a busy life to the King of Kings."

that just smacked me right in the face. what DO i bring to the *King. of. Kings.* the LORD of heaven and earth. the Creator of the entire universe. the One who made me, died for me, washed me clean, redeemed my soul, and desires to have a daily, hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute relationship with me. one where my spirit and my pride and my desires are completely poured out so that His Holy Spirit can enter in and literally breathe through me, directing every single move i make. every single word i say. every single thought i think.

THAT is what the King of Kings desires from us. an emptied and willing vessel through which His will can be accomplished by His Holy Spirit- the Counselor, the Helper, the Comforter... why would we want to live life any other way? what is holding us back from an unbelievable freedom like that, in this crazy and unpredictable world? Jesus did not die *just* so that we could have eternal life. he died also that we could live a FULL and FREED and UNASHAMED life on this earth... yet we fall into the familiar chains every morning. we crawl out of bed and grab the coffee that we need in order to make it through the day, while our Bible lays by the bed {or maybe in the bottom of a drawer somewhere} just FILLED with wisdom and knowledge and freedom and love and grace. filled with anything and everything that we could ever need to make it through the day. His grace IS sufficient. every single day. every single minute. let's not forget about Him, as we get ready for a crazy mixed-up day, just to get out the door a few minutes earlier.

i decided to start waking up an hour before the baby so i could take my time with the LORD in the morning. before the craziness of the day begins. before my mind becomes consumed with everything else in the world BUT Jesus Christ. before it's too late...

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