I contemplate changing clothes and stop myself as I see, again, that I am focused not on God, as I so often catch myself -- not only 52 Sundays out of the year (and countless times each of those Sundays) but an infinity of times throughout the - ah - many, many...many years of this earthly life.
When might I ever get to the point? A point possibly where I might think of God first? Or perhaps think of God without a single selfish flutter of me flitting by? Be it something from my "to do" list I forgot to do, (or to even list)? Be it someone I wish to pray for or an ache, or a hunger pain of sorts, or a want, or a lament as to why I'm sorrowful, tired or upset....
Even now, as I admonish myself over my disregard for God on His day of rest, the focus has been on me!
Lord, please have Your will today of all days by putting me in my place as You continue to love me.
JESUS CHRIST has risen indeed!!!