Stop regarding man in whose nostrils is breath,
for of what account is he?”
I give so much weight to people and even to what is being said, built, done, and seen in culture.
Rarely do I stop in a day and consider the majesty of the Lord or what wondrous glory is his character. He has power and control over all nations and he alone has the authority to call everyone an idolatrous sinner who has whored after created gods.
Father, I have done this! My eyes rarely breach my computer screen let alone a rooftop—and far rarer the cityscape. My idols look attractive; I’d like to stay quiet and comfortable as to not be noticed or criticized, but how stifled my worship of you has been! May I rise early in the morning with no music or distraction, but a great need for you and a reminder of how far beyond creation you are, to the point of having mastery over it.
The ox knows its owner, and the donkey knows its master’s crib,
but Israel does not know, my people do not understand.
God, help me understand my owner and my true Home about these houses. None of this is permanent—help me to glean and trim my life to be focused on just a few things for your glory!