Wood, Hay and Stubble

I join with creation in groaning to see the sons of God revealed in the earth. I groan, I yearn, I ache and am impatient.......

I know that man made schemes will be burned up so I hesitate and end up trashing every man made idea.

'Wood, Hay, Stubble.'

I know that only the pure in heart will see God, so I press in for purity and daily I am undone.

No use comparing....I can never hit the mark except for His grace.

No use complaining..... where can I go from YOUR presence Oh God.

No use competing...... only by God's grace can I finish the race.

I long for the day when I will hear the words......

'Well done good and faithful servant'

The standard is high.....I press in, to hit the mark.

Nothing more and nothing less.