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Idols..such an ugly word. I've got so many. Lately, God has been showing me my heart, pointing my eyes to my idols. Things I run to for comfort, people I go to for advice, the thoughts I let slip's a mess. It's terrible and ugly...yet forgiven.

What do I worship? Acceptance? Approval? The feeling of being wanted?-check check and sadly check again. In life you will have people praising you, you will have people like you or dislike you, people will admire you...but what is that in comparison to how much God loves you? To how jealous He is when you give your heart to an idol?

Ah the thought literally destroys me. To think that I've got idols that push my Jesus off His throne? How dare I? I mean He only died for me, right? Wow. Daily I am reminded of what I treasure, daily I am reminded how shallow a human being can be and how hard it is to make us all happy. What? Is God not enough? In Colossians 2:10 it says...."you are complete in Him."

It sickens me, yet I rejoice. Because I know I am chosen by my Jesus to serve Him in everything I do. I don't serve perfectly, far from it actually, but He sees my heart. He sees my weaknesses, He sees me...He restores me, purifies me, and rejoices over me.

So if you have idols in your heart, be done with them. Get rid of them. Don't let them push Jesus off His throne...the King, the Ruler of All, the Savior....


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