I nestled into my seat at church on Sunday. Second row from the front, in our cozy little corner, with pencil ready. Little did I know, my warm seat and the strength of my husband's arm over my shoulder wasn't going to save me from what came next. God's arrow.
Pastor Jon began the sermon talking about camping . . . and searching . . . looking for supplies, looking for a good spot, for a good tree . . . and then zing.
Out of nowhere, God pierced my heart with the seventh commandment. "You shall not commit adultery."
Bam.
I was surprised at the pool of blood that ran through my body and seemed to pour out of my feet. Adultery? Me God? One by one, God began showing me all of the things I have put in the place of Him.
I was heartsick, dumbfounded, unable to breath.
I am not talking about the marriage break up kind of adultery. I speak instead about tiny little compromises I've made, here and there, that meant God no longer had first place in my heart.
I had cheated on God.
It is so easy for us to wander down the rabbit trail of life and suddenly find ourselves pinned underneath an 800 pound boulder. As I pondered the message later on, God showed me my boulder, and what it would take to break free.
I am waiting for God's rescue, I know He will come. His Word says so.
What about you? Have you lost sight of your First Love? When was the last time God meant everything to you?
Call to Him . . . even if it means crying from the depth of your own caverned heart. God is crazy about you.
And He stands ready to rescue.
