What’s every broken bone in comparison to the healing we’ve received from the Lord? Why condemn ourselves for every failure when we’ve overcome the grasp of Satan? Why suffer silently when he called us to dry all our tears? Why dwell on all our imperfections when we’ve been made blameless in his sight? Why resent the Lord for every infliction we face when we go through our days, failing to acknowledge how we inflict others? Why do we claim to serve a God that we can’t spare a second of time for?
Our priorities are seriously messed up. We need to set them straight.
