Upon reading this prophet Hosea,
I must consider, could it be...
a letter to my own heart?
How prosperous (Lisa) is--
a luxuriant vine loaded with fruit.
But the richer this (woman) get(s),
the more pagan altars (she) build(s).
The more bountiful (her) harvest,
the more beautiful (her) sacred pillars.
The heart of (this woman is) fickle;
(she is) guilty and must be punished.
Hosea 10:1-2 NLT (personalized)
As I live in the prosperity
of this wealthy nation,
do I simply let my lack of need
cause me to rely upon myself
denying that I should be dependent
on the God who wove it all before me?
Does the soil within my heart
grow harder still, each blessing
that I believe was earned within this grace
He so abundantly supplies?
Until one day when He will whisper...
I said, ‘Plant the good seeds of righteousness,
and you will harvest a crop of love.
Plow up the hard ground of your hearts,
for now is the time to seek the Lord,
that He may come
and shower righteousness upon you.’
For I should bow to His request.
I should ready my heart before He asks.
Or I will harvest a crop of lies
just as the world around me believes
that all success is by the effort of man's hand.
If I do not bow to the Almighty God,
I will fall to the habits what surround.
They may not be wooden idols, or
pillars of old, burning incense,
but idols nonetheless.
In the rectangular glow
of their false light,
our eyes are transfixed.
We set our gaze upon pictures...
eyes that cannot see,
ears that cannot hear,
lips that cannot speak.
Strapped in by thumbs
tap, tap, tapping out the rhythm
we beat a new worship song to self.
Time is a whirlwind, vanishing.
as we feed upon feed, upon feed...
and yet, we are never satisfied.
How long will you wait, O Lord,
this cycle to repeat once again.
For we should listen to Hosea...
we like Israel of long ago.
We have abandoned worship of You,
for the reckless love of self
and all that reflects our own image.
Word of God
train me, today...
to not succumb to the pressure
of self promotion,
to remain faithful to the worship
of first, and only... the one true God.
from my heart...
I write as an overflow... an expression of my true love for God and with a deep desire to encourage others in their day to day lives. For we can only find peace, joy, and satisfaction when we yield to the One who yielded His life for us.