“I do not accept praise from men, but I know you. I know that you do not have the love of God in your hearts… How can you believe if you accept praise from one another, yet make no effort to obtain the praise that comes from the only God?”       John 5:41, 42, 44

In the wee hours of the morning when I listen to my audio Bible these words of Jesus brought speedy conviction. While I am beginning to share freely what God has given me, I still harbor concern for how other’s will judge my message. I do care that my writing and art reflect truth and beauty, that they flow from grace and peace; yet I wish to write for you, Lord, unmoved by praise or honor from men.

How will it happen? I am so entrenched in living for others. It is impossible for me to change that by my feeble effort; it is even hard to imagine being done with people pleasing. It is a gross defect of character, but I am willing that you remove it.

Jesus is right about me. The love of God is not yet full in me. Discontent, I still turn to nurse at other breasts. Pour in your love, Lord. Make it like a spring, fully satisfying forever. Turn to me as I turn to you.