We serve a jealous God!!
It's not until few minutes ago that i have come to really understand what this phrase truly means.Not once have I asked why its taking so long for some of my prayer items to be answered. There have been times when I have prayed for something and it was answered or prayed for someone and their prayer item was answered. However in my human nature i will wonder why this one thing is taking too long to answer.Well , today i know why...I serve a jealous God.
I have come to adore the prayer item and not adore God. Some of us adore being married . Each day they wake up they think of how life would be if they are married. Even in church instead of listening to the sermon you are busy admiring other people's families and wishing it was your own. Some adore their spouses that they feel helpless when s/he isn't around. Some adore cars; they feel that because they have one they are better than anyone else. Some will adore their bodies and feel their curvaceous or well built muscles make them better than others. Some adore getting a job and that is all they think about and trust will take them out of their misery. Some are adoring getting babies.But you know what, we serve a jealous God.
That thing that you are constantly thinking about and think you need to be complete is drawing you further from God. You have made it into your small god. You have come to adore it. If we don't change and adore the only true God it will lead to our down fall. Its not that thing or person that you have or are asking to have that will give you peace and satisfaction. God is the only person that can give you peace and satisfaction. His word is the only thing you can carry all the days to encourage you. So my dear friends isn't it time we stopped making small gods of ourselves here on earth and instead trust in God for our peace and satisfaction? Don't allow the pleasures of the flesh or expectations of the society to turn you into their slave and pull you away from God. Think about it this evening.
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